So Doug and I are back in Florida for a few months. RV living is actually a really good way to isolate during a pandemic. We can travel without motels and restaurants, and where we are we can be outside every day. I am still doing outdoor yoga remotely, and Doug plays softball and golfs a bit.
Like last year we are in the Bradenton area, but a different RV park and part of town. We are in a more rural spot north of Palmetto, which gives us some new exploring opportunities.
We are in a park with 400 sites for RV's, so there's a lot to see. This pic is for my older brother Dave, who wished for a deck on his trailer.
Last week we were in search of a post office nearby which led us to the little town of Terra Ceia (Supper Land?). It combines small farms and ranches with bayside residential developments and a large nature preserve. We stopped at a roadside market/convenience store/ice cream stand that featured a rather large and extravagant doll house and toys that were not to be touched. And we came across some interesting yard ornaments.
So 2020 went from bad to worse. We lost friends and family to COVID-19 and it upended our economy. We literaly fought with each other over problems with race and class that we have not been able to resolve in generations. And then threw gasoline on those fires using the presidential election as our excuse. The leaders we chose failed us. And we've failed to hold them accountable. But we still have opportunities to do better, be involved, make improvements. And it's still our job to hold those we choose to represent us accountable.
Our best news amid all this chaos was the arrival of our grandson, Owen Douglas Miller, on May 1. He is thriving, his parents are providing him with so much love, and he is a beacon of joy to all of us.
So it's a new year, we have each other, and a chance to do better.
Ann, Doug, Moose, Darla, Sunny, and with gratitude, Winnie and Chinny.