Well, months have come and gone, and 2021 is a memory - thank GOD!!!
I've hated to jinx it, but it APPEARS The Knee is going to finally BEHAVE. Looks like the extreme antibiotic protocol and the last surgery have done the trick. So on to other things.
Last year was absolutely depressing, but The Knee apparently had been resolved, we had the big family Thanksgiving dinner at our house again, my oldest sister and I took a spontaneous trip to Florida, and Christmas was on the way. Things were starting to seem nearly normal again.
And THEN...
Christmas with That Girl and her family. We couldn't disappoint The Grands, so Christmas went forward as planned, and it was good.
Afterward, though...
There were decisions to be made, beginning with whether or not to go to California for the services. Normally, that would have been a no-brainer - of course I'd go. But how? I'm not a big fan of flying in most circumstances when I can possibly drive. Flying used to be fun, but the past several years, it's simply been an ordeal. When you arrive, you have to get a car or some sort of transportation. Plus, when you fly, your visit is limited by the airline's timetable - no flexibility. And that is during NORMAL times.
Today, if you fly out, there's no guarantee you'll be able to fly back - flights have been canceled left and right as the newest variant of COVID-19 surges. And to travel to California, of all places, while all this is going on? The state with the most restrictions on personal freedoms? NO THANK YOU.
So my sister and I have talked, texted, and emailed about our conundrum. We've gone around and around, looking at the arguments for and against the choices - do we go or do we stay? We feel guilty about not going. We WANT to go. But we feel it would be crazy to go. Too much uncertainty. Too much risk if we fly. Too much risk if we drive. And we don't want to get stuck in California.
So we're not going. And it hurts.
What a way to start a new year - full of grief, guilt, and fear.
Oh, GOODY.
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