Every once in a while, I have to remember how I got to this stage of my life. It constantly amazes me that as a child, born into the great depression, I have been a world traveler, managed to get a masters degree and raised two children to be good, intelligent citizens of the world. The latter is my proudest accomplishment even though I lost my son in 2015. His eldest daughter is working as an engineer and his youngest is pursuing a degree in nursing and hopes to specialize in oncology. My daughter's children have turned out well also. They all graduated from college, Sara became a teacher who majored in music, Laura is trying her wings in fahion design in Nyc and unfortunately Eric is autistic. Blake is a budding author. Am I proud of all of them, yes very, The pandemic has hit us hard, in that we lost our social life and that our health continues to deteriorate. We happen to live in an ignorant state that equates vaccines with disloyalty to the little tin god that is trump. We will get a booster shot as soon as it is available. We have one last cruise to the Dominican Republic planned. I have my fingers crossed hoping that we will make it until then. All my life I have planned but old age leaves you with a degree of uncertainty. Will I still be here? I hope so because I love life even in a time of change.