Another year has passed. Years used to be a “time” with memorable events. It was enough time for work, family, vacations, weekend, holidays. We could fit life into a year and nobody thought anything of it.

It doesn’t seem like that anymore. How did I get all that stuff done in a year? These days, I can’t remember what day it is — or for that matter, month or season. Moreover, neither can anyone else. I used to think it was just me, one of the endless symptoms of aging, but apparently it’s a phenomenon. No one seems to know the day, month, or event. We are nationally confused.

Maybe it’s because so many people are now working from home. The “work week” isn’t what it used to be. We knew about weekends because each was followed by Monday — which meant work.

I suppose part of the confusion is that long COVID lockdown. Our brains went fuzzy. It could be the craziness and bewilderment we feel when we look at our world and wonder how we wound up in this place and time? How did this happen? We used to know something. Now, we don’t know anything and neither does anyone else. All the structures that kept our sense of reality orderly seem to have crumbled.

One way or the other, the world isn’t the world I thought it was. What I thought I knew was not the whole truth, just bits and pieces. We knew those things that affected us and our family and friends, but not the broader reality — or the probable future.

I should have known. We should have known. Garry worked in the news business and I was always involved with people in the news or with the environment. I knew — but somehow, didn’t know. I’m embarrassed at how much I missed or failed to acknowledge.

I should have known. It should have been obvious. And yet, it wasn’t.

Maybe I didn’t want to know or was afraid to know. I suspect many people still have chosen to not know. I don’t have an answer, but I think it’s possible we have been partly or completely out of touch for too long. I don’t even have a good excuse.


What is your opinion of the state of health care in your country?  Adequate or inadequate?  What could be done to improve it?

Massachusetts probably has the best healthcare in the country and it isn’t nearly good enough. We have great hospitals, but lack the means to transfer medical records from one hospital to another. When you move from one state to another, if you don’t have paper copies of your medical records (which are now very difficult , we lack the means to make sure your new doctor knows your medical history. That’s pathetic.

Our continued dependence on “insurance” to get healthcare is even worse and more pathetic. How can a country as wealthy as this not provide healthcare to its citizens? How can we allow people to die because they can’t afford insurance or medications? How can we allow this? Why aren’t we ashamed?

How is it that we can afford 20-years of wars that accomplish nothing except maybe to make the world worse, yet still refuse to provide healthcare to everyone? We spent trillions of dollars on two futile wars but we won’t provide insulin to diabetics?

It’s really worse. I don’t the words to express how bad I think our medical “system” is. Our medical “care” isn’t a system. There’s nothing orderly or systematic about it. For many people it’s a total failure. Millions of people have no insurance and die never seeing a doctor.

Shame on us. Shame on our government.

What are two words that describe you best?

Old and complicated.

Do you have a morning routine? If so, what it’s like?

My morning routine involves actually convincing myself to get out of bed, take my morning (really midday) medications, brush the teeth, make the bed, give the Duke a couple of cookies. Feed the birds and (maybe) water the plants. Make coffee. Do I have time to actually drink the coffee? Usually by the time I remember to drink it, the coffee is cold.

How did I ever find the time to work full time?

What’s something that really makes your blood race? 

Is this a positive or a negative race? If it’s positive, meeting a new bird or some other creature and maybe getting a photograph?. That, to me, is fabulous!

If it’s negative, I don’t want to talk about it.

Do you enjoy singing festive songs during *insert festive celebration that you observe to replace “Christmas” if it’s not relevant to you * Christmas carols or songs?

First of all, I love Christmas carols. I was in the Glee Club in elementary school and before it occurred to anyone that we weren’t all Christian, we learned the carols. I even know a couple of them in Latin. I recognize that these songs are not “mine,” but I love them anyway. I love the harmonies, the melodies, the words.

For anyone who studied music in college, you know a huge amount of Western music was religious and much of it still is.

Catholic plainsong began as Jewish chanting. When I was in my first year of music studies, my mother was sure I’d converted. I could sing most of the Mass — in Latin. You can’t study Western music and not recognize the profound influence of religion on our music.

You don’t have to believe in anything to love Christmas carols. It’s music. The songs are filled with joy. They are fun to sing. Carols were meant for “regular people,” so melodies are relatively simple and the harmonies are easy.

What’s not to like?

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4 replies

  1. I’m a former glee club alumna. Not many like to sing it appears from all the answers. To me, there’s just something about singing that puts a pep in my step 🙂


    • I started to play the piano when I was four, so music was always part of my life. It’s hard to imagine life without it. My mother wasn’t trained, but she could play the piano and sang pretty well. On the other hand, my brother was tone deaf.

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  2. Thank you Marilyn for Sharing Your World! What a great synopsis of ‘medical health care’ and the additional FUBAR insurance has added to that. Your thoughts echo many others in the frustration and anger at the incompetence that often passes for “adequate health care.” I loved your preface commentary too. Oddly (because coincidence is always lurking) I was talking about that very thing with someone just today. How odd that the world isn’t the world a lot of us grew up knowing…it’s becoming confusing, overly complicated, and nobody wants to actually work. Work ethics are for the other guy apparently. *sigh* I’d hoped (all my life pert near) to be dead when this version of the world rolled around. Here I am though. I’m very gratified to hear that you enjoy singing. It’s one simple thing that brings such joy and pleasure! Doesn’t cost a cent. Sing on! Have a wonderful week!


    • Music really is a life-saver. I’m also taking an online drawing class. I haven’t started it yet. That will be post holiday, but I have the pencils and paper and charcoal. I have a little bit of drawing talent, but not a lot. It’s a tiny talent. I just want to be able to draw birds and flowers and maybe a dog or two.

      The world isn’t our world anymore. I think for anyone over 50, whatever we thought we knew, we don’t really know. I hate it. I know I should try to work with it but I really don’t want to. I am SURE that is true of many of us. We just don’t want to. We’ve already been through so many change, no one wants to go through any more.

      Not like we have a choice — which is the real problem. We change because we have no choice, but we don’t have to like it — and I don’t. I don’t even like the food we eat anymore — even when I cook it. I’m steadily losing weight and that’s because I have no interest in food. Also, I’m missing so many teeth, chewing is difficult. One thing and another.

      Anyway, we’ve got to go out and do stuff today. First time in a long time, we’ve got a slew of errands. Hang on in there. I don’t think it is going to get better, but I think we’ll get more resigned to whatever life is.


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