Above is another work of art from the same hotel/casino. As much as I am not a gambler, I had a good time when I went there with a then special someone. I know that she'd be surprised to see me getting up at 6 am every day, as that was the time one had to get up to use the spa's pool before it opened for business.
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Why do I mention a work of art? Well, I'm thinking of going into NYC this weekend and visiting a museum before the tourists come back to town. Yes, there is always the risk of catching the virus. But without a special someone who cares what happens to me, the reward of enjoying myself while I can outweighs the risk of catching the virus. It is depression or fatalism? I don't know, but I think it's a form of acceptance of the things I can't fully control.
Vicki once mentioned that at some time, we have to start living life again. Recently, the two of us went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant which was busier than the restaurant that FH and I ate at the night before. FH has little to worry about, as she has had her two vaccination shots, while I should be the one to fear contact with people. Yet, I'm the one who feels confident going out to eat. Go figure.
This afternoon, I saw the signs of the end of the pandemic. Some of the meetup groups that I attend have started to post events for the spring. It'll be nice to see people again. But I know that because of last year and my dispute with the ex, that I'm no longer sure of being accepted anywhere due to the dispute. Yet, I'll deal with those issues if they come up. At least I can say that I made it through the worst of times alive. That's more than a lot of people could say if they were able to communicate with us from the beyond....
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