Hard Frost Sadness Thinking of Travels Past and Future
It frosted hard last night. A serious blast of frost and snow that left everything coated, and finished off anything still growing in vegetable gardens. Today’s the last day of October, my favorite month, going out with a wintry blast, and it’s not even winter yet.
I’m going through a time of introspection, and unsureness, in my personal life. I have been battling and I now am no longer battling. I’m in my own place, doing my own thing in my house.
I am realizing how much I like my house and my own space.
I get sad thinking about Octobers of long ago, Octobers spent right here, and ones that brought me so far on my travels.
I so miss having those upcoming trips, knowing I’d be packing for a trip to some new place in a few months. I can’t say that at all, except I am excited about a trip next week by train down to Wilmington Delaware.
I have never spent the night in this small state, only driven through, and it’s been decades since I even did that. So there’s that. I like states like Delaware that don’t get the attention that others do, and so I’m going to experience Joe Biden’s favorite mode of transport, Amtrak, and go check it out.
October is a month when I celebrate my birthday, and traditionally has been the month for our famous Sister Visits, and my regular weekend spent in Williamstown with my dad, every year right around my birthday. We always did the same things and we always loved that. I miss pops.
How do we stay happy our entire lives? What’s the secret, and why do some people manage to seem happier, and especially why do they get along with their partners better than me? My dad always used to say that having something coming up, something you look forward to, is a key method to maintain happiness. The anticipation. I can relate to that, I try to plan things, but in this worldwide pandemic, nobody plans like that anymore. We just muddle through and all of the people I know are very nervous about next week. If I could get back the trips I lost in 2020, I’d have a fabulous 2021. All we can do is hope and wait now.
November 3, we’ve been thinking about it and waiting for it, and it’s just three days away. NOBODY is confident, nobody assumes anything because we lost so completely last time when we put our faith in the Democrat who was leading in the polls. As my cousin Paul said when invited to come to someone’s house that night…”no way, I’ll be curled up in a ball on my couch that night.”
I make this prediction on November 1, 2020. Joe Biden will win by a lot of votes. Younger, votes. And Trump will go away.
Paul’s comment speaks for many, many of us. Fingers crossed for November 3, 2020.