Wow, that long?!

 Yesterday Dave and I celebrated 43 years of married life. We've had our ups and downs, but we have  perservered and for that, we are thankful.

Oh, and we made it out of the deep freeze. It's starting to feel like spring is on its way.

Deep Freeze

 We are in a deep freeze this week with highs only in the single digits to teens and lows below 0. It hasn't been this cold for several years. Right now we're also getting more snow on top of what we got yesterday and Friday. I haven't been outside to measure it though. I'm thinking that may be another reason I'm in such a funk right now, cabin fever.

The snow is pretty but it's just too cold to go outside and enjoy it. Even the dogs don't want to stay out and for Molly, that's big. She loves being outside. I guess I can blame it on Punxsutawney Phil because he did see his shadow, but we would have six more weeks of winter regardless. 

I need to remember what I wrote a few years ago, there's always a reason it smile, I just need to find it and I just did. I finally got hearing aids on Monday. It's amazing the sounds I was missing. I can't wait for spring to hear the birds chirping and cardinals singing, something I've been missing out on these last couple of years.

Well...

 I haven't posted about the election yet because, quite frankly what can I say that hasn't been said already? Yes, Trump lost, but you know what, I'm not broken up about it. Am I disappointed that Biden is our president, yes, but I will get through this like I have gotten through every other election that I didn't like the results of. Plus, I have more important things to worry about at the moment.

Our oldest got fired from yet another job. I am starting to lose count of the number of jobs he has been let go of. This time they said that he said something to someone that made them feel uncomfortable. What it was I don't know because they didn't tell him and he said that he couldn't remember. All I know is that apparently there were witnesses. 

So now what? Now we go though it all again, of him not having a job and us wondering if he'll be able to find another. His chances are getting slimmer and slimmer each time this happens and he's not getting any younger and neither are we.

I mean, he's 42 years old and cannot support himself. There are others out there with Asperger's and they can support themselves and are contributing to society and succeeding. Why can't he do that? Do I feel guilty, yes. Maybe it was because I was over protective, I don't know. Maybe it's not my fault at all, but how can it not be? I am, after all, his mother. I raised him. He is the way he is because of me, that's the way I feel anyway. I am at my wit's end. I don't know what to do, how to go on from here.