What can one say about 2020 that has not been said?
The year of the pandemic. The year of citizens accepting "house arrest."
The year parents died alone. The year women gave birth alone.
The year we led lives quietly desperate for family.
The year political corruption took advantage of the American citizen and set the stage for what are surely horrible things to come.
The year we lost so much.
Here at Holly Tree Manor life went on unchanged in many regards. Externally, all our adjustments came when we had to deal with the outside world. Internally, inside our property boundaries, life was much the same as always. I was home more, of course, but nothing else was different.
We had grass to mow, trees to prune, brush to burn, mulch to spread, stone to level, painting to be done, equipment to service, and wildlife to enjoy. We were more blessed than most. We did not suffer.
Looking into 2021 the view is murky. Will the vaccine for Covid-19 be safe? Will it work? What will this mean for me personally? If the vaccine works, should I retire?
Is it possible to resurrect my writing career? Do I even want to do that? I need TIME to do that, time that has to come from somewhere. I made the decision to check back into my life and that meant the writing suffered. To go back to writing means my personal life will be short-changed. Do I want to go back to being that lonely, because writing is surely a lonely profession.
Maybe in the new year, I'll find some answers, although I doubt it.
The Lady of Holly Tree Manor