Well, this has been a year none of us wants to repeat. Illness, loss, suffering, isolation, confusion and death have forever marred this year in our hearts and minds. We have grieved missed events, neglected milestones, and suspended family gatherings. We have gone months without seeing people we care about – family members, church members, friends. Some, we will never see again and our hearts break when we think of the year that took them from us.
The scariest thing is that it’s not over yet. One virus decimates our bodies while another decimates our nation. One is thus far incurable; the other completely preventable. I will say only one thing on the political front: Can we all please act our age and recognize that our personal opinions are not the only ones that exist? I mean, really. Don’t make me use my mom voice.
But this post is not about the crap we’ve all experienced this year and the hardship that may still be to come. This is about a look back on the weird and the wonky, the mysterious and the mundane, the little moments that I will want to remember when I am old and drooling into my jello.
So, in keeping with tradition, although this one is several days late, I present the 9th annual year in pictorial review. Here’s how 2020 looked from the inside of my heart and home.
This is the year I’ve tried to learn to paint instead of just winging it. However, this picture is totally winged. For over a year I had been mulling an image over in my head, trying to illustrate a combination of my Texas roots and my Louisiana upbringing. This is the end result. It’s the first time something I’ve created has looked as good in reality as it did in my head.
Continuing the painting theme, and because there are so few other pics to choose from this month, I finally filled my living room wall with something Dom likes. The center tree pic is currently being re-created so that it will no longer look like a Kindergartener drew it. Wish me luck.
Dom and I were each sent from our respective employers to work at home during the state stay-at-home orders. Dom took the home office for his workspace and I converted my craft room into my “office.” I may have gotten the printer, but I dare say he got the nicer digs.
Because when you’ve been quarantined for a month together, every day should end with a pristine Irish Coffee.
The month Vic would have graduated (the actual ceremony was postponed until August). She and Bella executed her Senior pictures instead.
Just what everyone needs… a technological gadget harassing us into exercising. I learned that Siri does not understand the reply, “Bite me.”
Here it is: the annual weirdo picture. I was slicing tomatoes to roast and this slice ended up looking like lips. Ha!
One evening on the way to dinner Dom said, “I want to stop into this dealership and look at a truck real quick. It won’t take long. I just want to look.” Three hours later, we finally made it to dinner. In his new truck.
A rare picture of Max and Mabel together, sitting still and generally looking toward the camera. Sweet puppies.
Max is not supposed to beg at my table, but he does it anyway. Who can really resist that face?
A much scaled-down Thanksgiving gathering, just us and John and Kasie’s crew. It was not the same without the usual crowd, but we made the best of it. If you notice a new face in the pics, that’s Aaron’s girlfriend, Annie. If you notice a new hairstyle, that’s Aaron. Feel free to hum the theme song to Welcome Back Kotter. We do it every time he comes home.
Meet Boo, Victoria’s new kitten. She got him in October, specifically wanting an orange kitten for free and VOILA! The Ruston dog shelter had two such kittens that they just HAD to get rid of (because, dogs…). Halloween Kitty was not without his issues, and a sinus infection caused his forehead to burst, so he had to seek refuge with us and care from our regular vet. By the way, Boo is no longer considered “free,” as evidenced by the “medicare” collection jar with his name on it that now has permanent residence on our kitchen counter.
Looking back on all that this year has dealt us, I’d still like to raise a glass to the hardship we’ve faced, the strength we’ve discovered, and the promise of tomorrow. I’m having a dry January, so my glass only has decaf tea in it. I hope that doesn’t jinx anything.
Happy New Year, everyone. May 2021 be infinitely more palatable.