Year End 2022

 

The end of another year is here and I am still alive to tell about it. It has been a year of avoiding illness and resuming some activities. This is my annual report about 2022.

I am glad to say that my immediate family is intact, including me, my adult children and their children, plus Pete, the wonderful man in my life. I have lived through the third year of the Covid 19 pandemic, which meant sometimes wearing masks in public, sometimes participating in meetings and church services remotely on Zoom and staying at home a lot. But this year the pandemic didn’t seem as bad as before, so I had more opportunities to be with people than in 2021. By December we had a new word to describe the pestilence around us: tripledemic. We now have covid, flu and RSV (which does not stand for Revised Standard Version), whatever it is. All three conditions are with us so I quote the recent words of the leader of Ukraine, who said they/we are alive and kicking. Ukraine is in worse shape than we are, no thanks to the Russians. We are okay.

A large part of my life every summer has been spending time at Washington Island. This year daughter Sarah parked a new-to-her camper on the island campground in the woods for the family to use when she allows it. It is small for many people so when she was on the island she made space for only one more person to stay with her. Mostly when I was there, and I was there quite a bit of the summer, I stayed in one of the campground’s cabins as I have done other years, and I stayed in the camper when Sarah was living her life at home. It has many amenities but not a lot of space. That is true of the island we love too.

I did more than camping at Washington Island. I exhibited my artwork at the Art and Nature Center again this year in an all-summer exhibit by islanders and summer islanders. The center is in an old two room school building with one classroom set up with paintings and three-dimensional art for people to admire and buy, and one classroom arranged with items from the island’s natural environment, including live snakes in aquariums, a beehive and other natural things for children and adults to look at and enjoy. Also on the island I attended services at the Lutheran Church, where I connected with island people whom I have known over time.

Plenty of things were happening from time to time elsewhere. Pete and I took a tour of several days to Mackinac Island in June, where we toured the carless island in a horse drawn carriage and walked around and enjoyed the woodsy paths and posh environment of the Grand Hotel with its five course dinners and (of course) shops. The occasion was billed as the lilac festival, but I think I saw more geraniums.

Pete and I took some day trips with groups of seniors. In August we went on a day tour by boat on Lake Geneva with its large, beautiful homes built along the lakeshore about a hundred years ago by famous wealthy Chicago people. In August Pete and I took a day trip to the Kohler Andrae State Park near Sheboygan on the Lake Michigan shore and enjoyed walking on the dunes. Another day in summer we visited the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, which has cranes (birds) from all over the world. Apart from these senior group trips we attended several plays during the year at American Players Theater in Spring Green and in Madison at the Overture Center. These events were a pleasant return from the days when the covid scare kept events and people to a minimum.

Volunteering at the senior center and public library went on all year for me. The senior center brought back pre-covid programs and activities, so I helped. I serve on the Committee on Aging and the senior center’s Foundation Board. I participated in hanging two exhibits, one paintings and one photography, which show the work of Dane County residents over age 55. I submitted my colored pencil drawings in the painting exhibit. These month long displays on the senior center’s second floor are good opportunities for seniors to showcase their creativity for the public to admire.

At my nearby branch library I went back to doing the pick list all year. What’s that? It is a list of the library’s books and other items that a volunteer or staff person finds to fill hold requests to send to other libraries. This sharing of library materials provides better service for people. I am one of the volunteers who finds the items on the list when it is my turn. I have been doing this since I retired fourteen years ago. Just place a hold on an item in the library’s online catalog and it will arrive at your library in about a day if it is available. That’s the hold system.

In October Pete and I joyfully celebrated the sixth anniversary of meeting each other. We had dinner at Delany’s Steak House in Madison. I am very happy that this relationship has endured for six years and has remained loving and comfortable for both of us. We celebrated Pete’s eightieth birthday in October at Delany’s.

Sadly, I saw much less of my children who live away from Madison than in non-covid times. I look forward to times when we can do things together again. Sarah, John, Sherry, Laura and Ian are here in Madison where we have access to some time together. Sarah is continuing to recover from breast cancer-mandated radiation treatments dating back more than a year, so she is limited by how well she is feeling. Radiation saves lives but it takes a long time to heal. I am glad to see her every now and then. Her energy goes to her job where she works at home. John and Sherry have lovingly invited me to eat supper with them once a week. They are giving me their time. Dori, Mary and Libby are out of state. We had some family gatherings on Zoom on holidays, so we can be thankful for times like these. I look forward to a future when we can all be together in person.

That’s what happened in my world. May everyone live long and prosper.

Thanksgiving 2022

 

Thanksgiving is a national holiday for us today and every year. This morning I made a list of things I am thankful for, and it produced some thoughts. Is it my thanksgiving or ours? What is this day really about?

I have a good life to look back on or think about now. My personal thanks are from the past to the present, about life together with others, and about me as an individual. That is good. But also this day is a national holiday. As a child I learned in school or from society that some white people and some Indians got together and had a feast together as an act of supposed friendship at some time in our racist past. Maybe it happened; maybe not. Our history is full of mythology. Race issues continue to this day.

It appears now that a lot of people see Thanksgiving Day is a time to join together with family and friends to have a big dinner dominated by roast turkey and trimmings. We give thanks as we socialize. Then a lot of people say goodbye and look to the biggest shopping day of the year. The big turkey day is the beginning of buying and spending and worshiping the dollar.

My list of things to be thankful for begins with the ability to do and have all the things on the list; that is what we live with as Americans. I have a good education and I don’t have to go outside with my head and body covered as some women elsewhere do. I have the right to vote, which American women have had for only the last hundred years or so. I participate in Social Security and Medicare as an old person. The American system has given that to me.

Personally, I have much to thank God and others for. Here is the list I put together this morning as my act of appreciation for my good life. Some of it is individual and some about being together.  Thanks for being with others: friends; church; good loving parents, brothers, children and grandchildren; safe home environment in the city of Madison; and of course Pete, the number one man in my present life. Thanks also to Rick, my husband of 46 years of difficult times and good times.

Individually I have much to be thankful for. I have talents and abilities; a safe home in Madison; mostly good health; have not had Covid; food on the table. That is about me and thanksgiving. All my personal blessings come with the benefits of being with others. We don’t do it alone.

As I have said many times, we are all in this together. Happy Thanksgiving.

My Pal Clancy

 

Clancy was my buddy in childhood. This brown and white energetic springer spaniel loved me regardless of what I did. Even though he was a dog, he was my perfect companion.

Was he a good dog? I didn’t know, but he and I were good to each other. I loved watching him jump in the deep snow, gobble his dog food like there was no tomorrow, and run along on our many walks together. Hugging him was great except when he didn’t want to.  When I was unhappy about something, he would sit with me and let me hug him, seemly forever. I never had friends like that, and even if I had had companions to cry with, I would have gone to Clancy.

Our family took him when we moved from Lincolnwood to Sturgeon Bay. We all spent many days in summers at our cottage in the woods at Clark’s Lake. When we were driving there, Clancy always howled loudly in the back seat as we approached. He was as eager as we were. Once there, he got busy chasing rabbits and exploring.

At home in Sturgeon Bay, my parents were at work thirty hours a day at their new business. I thought Clancy and Omar might be lonely so I sat with them in our garage to keep them company. The two dogs dug holes under the back fence and we had to bring them back home many times.

When I was about ten years old and Clancy was older in dog years, he got sick with distemper and lost all his pep and lay listlessly on the floor. Then I spent a lot of time sitting with him and giving back. Clancy survived the illness but never again was his former energetic self. We loved each other anyway. He died later when I was studying at the university.

A good friend can be a dog. My life would not have been the same without Clancy.