To paraphrase the great John Riggins: “I’m bored, I’m broke, and I’m back.”
Maybe not broke, but certainly bored. I was reminded that this forum existed recently, and maybe I can fill the empty hours here, as I did almost twenty years ago.
Twitter (X) is short shrift for ranting. My Facebook account was hacked and stolen. I guess someone really wanted my cat photos.
Instagram isn’t the proper forum for ranting. They just want pretty photos and little comments. That’s not me.
I don’t know if this is me or not, but it’s more me than any of that other stuff. So, here we are.
It’s likely that these posts could be morbid in nature, since I have been assessing my life (and death) over the past few years. Embracing my mortality will be useful, and I encourage it.
Mom died several years ago. As the only child, I was the primary caregiver. That responsibility has been removed from me, and as great a burden as that was to lift, it left me with nobody to directly care for. By this time in life, most people have their own circle of supporters. We’re supposed to grow old with someone, or at least have children to look after and help us when we are infirm.
Once the cat is gone I will have little to occupy my “caring for others” time.
That is the issue that slowly dawned on me as I was cast adrift into the world without parents. Orphaned at 65. I don’t think the government tracks that statistic. What happens to single, childless children of aging parents once their caregiver responsibility is gone? I’d guess that we are a slim minority, but we live in a society where slim minorities are thrust into national attention, so what’s next?
Stay tuned.
