A Nomadic Life?

Another look at a 2020 blog, particularly with the Delta variant upon us…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

Sometimes I think about whether, as I enjoy traveling, I would enjoy a nomadic life. I don’t think so.

I love to travel, but we have a home base. My father couldn’t stop moving when I was a kid and we had to keep adjusting to new circumstances. It was chaotic.

I need dear friends I know well. I talk to them with regularity. By the grace of God, they are available in a pinch. They provide a support structure particularly for tough times. The friends are a result of 25 years spent in the same church.

It helps to see the same physicians for years. That becomes even more important with the ravages of old age. Yes 60 may not be the new 50. All systems age and at varying rates. Your skin may look great and your kidneys may be a train wreck. It sure helps to have…

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“A party without cake is really just a meeting.” Julia Child

Come join my “meeting,” if you will. I guess we were just having a party these last 103 years other than the 1918 Pandemic, WWII and Our Pandemic. The cake? How about unmitigated joy at gathering together, hugging, shaking hands, traveling, etc. , particularly for those of us who are oldsters.

We found ourselves with a brief, hopeful respite, followed by the onslaught of a variant that is more infectious than the first one and more capable of breaking through the defense of the vaccinated. I remain hopeful of the next layer of defense approved by the U.S.

It could be worse. We could be in the middle of warfare from an even more difficult enemy, humans.