Bookends:

I began this blog years ago and have pecked away at entrees from time to time.  Today we are in the midst of a world-wide crisis with global impact as dire as World War II and other wars and pandemics that preceded it. I never expected to begin my life as World War II was imploding to its end and drawn a close to my life's story as the world now strains against the overwhelming plague we now find ourselves fighting.

The title "My Mid-Crisis Life" is prescient if not ironic. 

I may retrace where my last entree left off and take up the prose from there. Or I may just share my thoughts and feelings, as I do on Facebook,  about the world we now find ourselves in.

Either way, I can't escape what brought me here and what leads me out of this fight. I hear all the promises of "We are all in this together." and "....... Strong" , as though saying it makes it true. 

We are not all in this together. We are each struggling in our own way; alone to cope, find hope, and to hold onto what gives meaning to our lives. 

I have my dog Cody, and he brings me much comfort and daily walks out into a near silent world with only natures whispers of a breeze or a birdsong. 

Cody, 11 year old rescue dog brings joy to my life.

The seasons change, but the events and plans that would come with it has been put on hold. I have vague visions of Paris, my Polish family, Cambodia, and other parts of the world, I hope will still be there when I am ready and able to revisit..

I have long felt a kinship with people around the world where I have been. Some have maintained those relationships through postings on line or Christmas cards. Some have faded into fuzzy images of faces and the places I last saw them. I cling to those images the way others count the number of "friends" they have on Facebook; minor players in an otherwise selective group on the stage. Even those I want so badly to be a part of my life may only fulfill that need by responding to a posting on Facebook or an email I've sent them. Some get moved to the back of the line, if not my mind, because they never or seldom show signs of life from their end.