It’s Maundy Thursday today, and we are getting ready for a Spring Celebration on Sunday. Rebirth is on my mind, and in this broken world right now, caring for others as I would wish to be cared for. It’s not easy to find ways to do that. Everything and everyone is feeling so fragile.
Yes, I did mean some body, not somebody. Although in a way, it could be both. Aging is a fine prospect. We can't wait until we are ten, or twenty. Thirty is still good, forty is usually so busy we don't think about it much. Then there is fifty. Half a century. That makes us think. But generally things still function pretty well. We may be called upon to do a few more medical tests, just routine, which also makes us think. But by then we are moving along with our career, our hobbies, our community, our family. Lots of fun still ahead, our knees are still working well, our back only hurts once in awhile if we've overdone something. 
Dear Readers,
For fifteen years I have been posting on the Daily Mull. It has been a wonderful platform run by my wonderful husband, Ken Watts, who started it long before I was a contributor. But in time and for various reasons, he stopped posting his ruminations about politics and the state of the world and turned his attention to his novels. They are wonderful, by the way, and you can find them wherever you like to buy your books or e-books. You can find his author page here: https://www.facebook.com/krwatts1
I am moving my column to Substack where you can subscribe for free. I will be able to receive comments from my readers there and I am looking forward to that. I have transferred your contact information (email addresses) to my new space there, so you should be able to find me easily.
Putting puzzles together calms me down. Is it the sense of control when I pull out all the edge pieces and slowly make a frame? Or when I sort all the colors into grids on the table? Everybody has a different approach, I've discovered, because many people pass by my puzzle table, well, dining room table, and give it a go. I don't mind. Help with puzzling is fine with me.
My husband likes to sort the pieces by shape, so when he really gets involved it blows my system out. Our daughter works well that way too, being a wizard at visualising what fits before she tries it, and our son is pretty flexible and can work with anything. Our son-in-law fits with my rough sort without complaint. And in the end, it comes together.
Took a drive the other day from the San Fernando Valley (my home!) to visit with a friend in Santa Monica. It's not that far, only about nineteen miles. But then there is the 405. When we first moved to this lovely valley surrounded by four mountain ranges, that drive took about twenty minutes over one of them. Now, in spite of more lanes, more on ramps, more speed, it takes at least twice that long. My GPS told me forty- five minutes from start to finish. And I only turned the GPS on because I wasn't sure of the off ramp I needed when I got close to my destination. And, I wanted to hear if there were any sudden changes in traffic. But I mostly knew the way.
I am Virginia, I am 83 years old and I am suffering from Trump poisoning.I thought it was something I had kicked, but then late last year it reared its ugly head again. I am amazed at the various forms it can take.
It's worse than an ad for pharmceuticals, if you list the side effects that appear in a moment out of nowhere. Unfortunately there is no way to avoid them. Consulting my physician didn't help. She suffers from it too, and tells me to find ways to relax and focus my attention elsewhere. And then she said that if I found out how to do that, I should immediately contact her so she could do it too.
I think I was in my early 70's when I discovered I could no longer hop, or jump -- even a little bit. I had my two granddaughters over for the afternoon, and we were in the garden enjoying a sunny day. They had sidewalk chalk and were making art that was as good as any I've seen. I wanted to play too. So I asked them if they knew how to hopscotch. They were little -- maybe 3 and 5 years old. "No. Show us!"
The democratic process is tough. We have seen that over the last eight years, and we are in for another four where it will be even tougher. There are forces that undermine our hard-won democracy and it is crumbling. And I know and you know that finding middle ground, compromising, settling, mediating, are the bricks and mortar that hold our democracy together. But there has to be agreement on how we use them.
Some days are easy and full of light. The weather is not too hot or too cold. The winds are calm. The air is sweet, and full of bird song or an occasional high flying airplane. There is a new bloom on the rose bush, or a bright dandelion in the grass. The coffee maker is rumbling away or the teakettle is about to sing.
I've been keeping busy with holiday plans since Thanksgiving, and mostly it works to keep my spirits, if not high, at least a degree above lukewarm. Anything that can lift me out of the icy waters of constant political news is all to the good.
Sometimes there is good news sandwiched in between the bad. There are new innovations with incredible mushrooms, for instance, that have the ability to clean toxins from polluted dirt. And innovative young people are discovering amazing ways to reuse and recycle the mountains of trash our consumer economy gives us. Bees are finding ways to survive, thanks to many changes made in small ways by home gardners and cities all over the world. In my garden things are still blooming, even in December.
