Monday was our 47th wedding anniversary. We grabbed something for lunch and headed to nearby Lost Lake. Seriously. Nearby, like 15 minutes from our house. And in the 41 years we have lived here, we have never been to Lost Lake! The weather was perfect and it just felt so good to get out of the house, for something that wasn't essential like grocery shopping.
I saw this yesterday. It seems about right to me. We made reservations at our favorite hotel on the central coast for August. Can.hardly.wait!
Mark and I are still pretty much sheltering in place, although I have a hair appointment next week. Oddly, I have mixed feelings about that--not the appointment itself, but I am now ready to stop coloring in order to relive the hair color of my younger days, and I'm not sure about cutting. I've grown sort of accustomed to the length. We are planning family photos in the next month. There is no way Mark is shaving his white beard, or trimming his now-bushy hair. Oh well. I don't think any of us will forget 2020 and COVID-19. Might as well have lasting photographic evidence.
This was a funny one. And also, it seems about right...
Of course, COVID-19 is not the only thing we will remember about 2020, is it? It's still difficult to articulate my thoughts in print. Social media is a hotbed right now, and with Jason in our family, we have seen racism over and over, up close and personal. It is REAL.
I remember these. Do they still make them?
Where do you find yourself among these choices? My father was a pessimist, and I work hard to be different than that. Right now, I just want to be an artist...
Amen. My 2020 planner is a record of things that have been canceled. I'm keeping it as a reminder of what 2020 might have been. Hopefully my 2021 planner will not be a useless purchase.