“Every journey is simultaneously a beginning and an ending: I was leaving my old life behind and starting on a road trip to find a new me.” – Debi Tolbert Duggar
What a year! Uff da, Lutefisk, 2020. (my go-to phrase. I’m part Norwegian, after all) Or, there's the abbreviated phrase the Waffle House used to promote their cheesy eggs: Nuff said.
I remember being happy and hopeful about 2020. I'd survived cancer at the tail-end of 2019, and was enthusiastic about being alive. I always think about Margaret Mitchell, who was hit by a car and died after Gone with the Wind was published. The takeaway: I want to live now in case I get hit by a bus tomorrow. Sure, I canceled a few minor travel adventures. The big kahuna, Belize, happened pre-covid-style fear and loathing. (although, covid was probably already lurking here somewhere) The rest, I masked up for. My M.O. has always been outdoors, so I felt relatively safe amongst trees and grass. Basically, I stuck to take out and picnics. I wore double masks around people. Ew, people.
Now, there's a new Coronaviris strain from the U.K. to worry about, that's 70% more contagious. So, in 2021, my husband and I will be wearing our new N95's. Sigh. So stylish and sexy.
On the last and final week of 2020, I took a quick, photographic road trip down memory lane. I hope you enjoyed my souvenirs this year. I'm glad I have someone to share them with! You can always virtually travel here, safe and snug behind your computer.
Happy New Year!
Thank you front line workers!
P.S. Click here to read my furious fiction entry for December titled: The Feather.
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