I've not written much in the last few days (or even this year) as 2020 was not a lot of fun. We were expecting "The Roaring 20s" of the last century, instead we got " The Masked 20s" wrapped in fear. I passed up Christmas as it was not the Merry Season it is supposed to be. My family mourned two losses in December. My brother in law passed away mid-month; and my nephew never got to play with his stillborn grandson. We met on Christmas and celebrated in a somber manner, no hugs, a few tears. Yes, I'm happy to see this go away.
As we stand on the cusp of 2021, there are worries in the future. We need the vaccine. We need a strong democracy (which the weak puppet-elect cannot give us) to unite the country. We need so much that we are not going to get. The next 4 years will be hard endure as we fight an invisible killer (Covid-19) and the very visible "progressive" movement that will lead us to defeat.
I do not talk politics in my blog, so I need to apologize to my readers, I just broke my own rule. But I do talk about my life and times and pretty pictures. Two evenings ago we had an amazing moon-rise. The sky was pink and a paper moon skimmed over the mountains as it was rising into the night sky.











