Denied

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Again.

The goal posts keep moving. The “red line” keeps moving. The rules are changing without notification. You don’t know what you’re actually required to do until you’ve been told you can’t do it they way they told you to do it previously.

We all knew this was going to happen.

My county has been denied, for a third time in three weeks, the ability to move forward into Phase 2.

In each case, the rules changed after the application was submitted and according to the Secretary of Health (and by extension the governor), the county can’t move forward base on the criterion it applied under but only when the new criterion is met.

Talk about an agenda. Clear demonstration of such is now not even a question.

It’s time for the county to tell the state, “Thanks, but no thanks.” We have met the requirements that were initially established and we are ready to roll moving forward.  Not gonna play your game any longer.

Local government is the only government that can address the true needs of the people. The people need to say “Enough is enough” when it comes to government over-reach and control.

Getting real old

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This last weekend was for the ages.

I went to two birthday parties for old people. My grandmother turned 90 and my father-in-law turned 79.

This isn’t really a complaint about relatives getting old. I love them. But what it is a complaint about is that people are getting old, and that just means the inevitable is getting closer…and I don’t like it.

Not only is it getting closer for them (it’s hard to admit, because really it could be any time), but it is getting closer for me too. That’s the frightening thing.

Not that I am scare of death. I know where my Peace is.

But, I am scared because there seems like there just isn’t enough time and there are places I want to go and things I want to do and suddenly I feel selfish because I feel like I have to let those things go. I am scared because there are things that will happen in the future that I might not get to see, experience, enjoy with my daughter (and grand kids, when she has them in the future). Time just keeps on ticking and often I think I am no closer to some of my goals now, than I was 20 years ago, or even 10 years ago.

I look at the people I love in my life and they’re getting old and time with them is slipping by. There aren’t as many at family gatherings as there used to be. Oh, to have that time back, right? Just make the best of it now. Cherish it.

Getting old is getting really old. My body feels it. My mind knows it. My eyes see it.

How do I move forward and make it not feel this way?


 

Do you worry about getting old? Do you wonder what will happen in the next 10-20 years for you? What do you take solace in?