Here I go again, attempting to bring everyone up todate. My intentions are always good, but to be honest, life happens and often we have no control over our everyday lives.
The last time I ‘blogged’ was several years ago, so a lot has happened since then. First, I had just ended a chapter in my life where I re-entered the work force at age 75, working in a field that I love: creativity and customer relations . Working at a Health & Fitness Center in a 55 and over community might seem dull to many other age groups; what is it they call them these days: GenerationY, X and so on . . . but, that is far from the truth. Seniors today, from 55 to 99 and above, are for the most part, very active. They golf, swim, play pickleball, tennis, bocce ball, shuffleboard, kayak, walk for miles and socialize through card games, potluck dinners, supporting the arts and dancing to old and new tunes.
I had no idea that it could be so much fun being a coordinator of social events for what many refer to as old people, and although I took a three-year hiatus, I’m back. I am re-entering the work force at age 81, and I look forward to re-inventing myself. How so, you ask? I’ve decided not to be the laid back, quiet one, but to be more out-going, to use every method possible to remember names and faces; after all, it is a well-known fact that seniors are forgetful and have memory lapses. I will still be a fun-loving person and when the music is playing, I’ll be swaying!
I had hoped 2024 would be a better year than last, but it began as a very sad one for me. I lost my older son, who would have been 63 on the 15th of March. I have yet to learn the reason for his passing as he was found unresponsive in his automobile and declared deceased. At first they said it was natural causes, but I learned when a death is unexplained an autopsy is to be done. Even after that, the cause is still unknown. He had quadruple bypass last March and did not do well post operation, and then while he was on the mend he was hit by a car. He refused medical care and said he was okay, in spite of injuring his leg and hitting his head on the pavement, so it is highly possible he suffered a concussion, but I’ll never know because he did not seek medical help.
I am numb with grief. I had not expected any one of my children to die before me; after all, I am 81, and with debilitating illnesses, although I do my best to control them. I will however at another time, in another blog, talk about my son, for I feel there are other Mothers’ out there who have experienced similar circumstances as I have.
On a brighter note, I just enrolled in an art program. I want to hone my art skills and felt I needed to quit messing around and do it now. I’ll let you know how that is going. In the mean while I will share some of my recent drawings with you. Note: From the left: Picture #1 is my daughter’s Bassett/Dachshund mix, Miss Mylee, done in charcoal and metallic watercolor; picture #2 is my BFF’s Papillion/Chihuahua mix, Alex done in charcoal and pencil; picture #3 was a commissioned piece for my son’s friend’s dog who passed away. Savannah is done in charcoal and watercolor, and picture #4 is a watercolor of my BFF’s daughter’s dog who crossed over the rainbow bridge.
Scoop1942 