Less than a week out, I can see improvement from the partial knee replacement. I am facing agonizing therapy, but small signs of recovery keep me going. Going. I want to go.
Alas another wave of COVID-19 is cresting leading me to Google articles reviewing safety options for travel. For a senior citizen with minimal silver in her hair, the recommendations are to travel only if absolutely necessary. The summer heat of Arizona arrived early, slapping us to awareness of a very long uncomfortable season. Respite trips to the north woods or California beaches are out of the question. Brochures luring us to book cruises are tempting but unrealistic. I’m getting the body but no place to go.
This past week’s global historic implosion has forced all of us to re-evaluate our lives and our plans. My generation tried to change society but did not really have the tools and got side-tracked by careers and families. My Millennial son expresses deep concern about the issues that are bigger than those we faced, but he is also looking to what he can do to bring about compassionate change. I truly hope his generation can do it.
Meanwhile, I do what I can, staying informed, contributing from the comfort of my home. Because I really have no place to go.