So I Turned Myself To Face Me

I watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream of  warm impermanence

So the days float through my eyes

But still the days seem the same.

"Changes"

-David Bowie 

I am an obstinately change-resistant human being.  By way of example, I have gotten my haircut in essentially the same manner/style (whatever you call it) for the past four-and-one-half decades, although never as well as Pat has done it for me these past few years.   It is significantly grayer now than it once was (when I was twelve for instance) but other than that, it is now as it has always been. 

2021 has proven to be anything but a "it is now as it has always been" year for me.  After having spent the better part of two decades at one firm, on February 1 this year I joined a new firm (new to me, not to the world), which has been a bit of an adjustment.  As far as I can tell (no one has changed the lock on my office door or denied me access to the firm's computer network), thus far it has gone pretty well.  

As if changing my employer in my mid-fifties was not sufficiently anxiety-inducing (and I assure you it was), Margaret and I have decided to sell our home in Lake Como and, in fact, anticipate having the closing not later than mid-November.  It is my refuge against the world.  It is my safe haven.  It is my reservoir of peace.  Sadly, it is simply not big enough to suit our long-term needs, which include making the beach our year-round home in the not-too-distant future.  The housing market in Monmouth County and Ocean County is, presently, insane.  So, with heavy hearts we opted to take advantage of it.  When and if we shall find a new little paradise by the sea to call home remains to be seen.  Only time will tell. 

Time will also tell if the decisions I have made thus far in 2021 were the correct ones.  Then again, it always does.   

After all, time may change me but I can't trace time. 

-AK