2017: Here we go

I started 2017 in an unlikely place, the Polurrian Bay Hotel on the west coast of Cornwall, storied location of shipwrecks and not too far (but not too close) to Ross Poldark’s Nampara. I know this because we trained into Truro, which was larger and more paved than it appears to have been two hundred years ago. I packed lightly and poorly, so I wore the same clothes all week, which added a piquant 18th century aroma to the whole experience.
The hotel is kid and dog friendly and was packed with both. There were fireworks on New Year’s, which the kids liked and the dogs did not. We’d brought a considerable number of those kids with us, but no dogs. Not for lack of wanting.
Back home our new dog Lily, courtesy of the Santa Cruz Animal Shelter, was being cared for by a friend. Here she is, after an exciting (and lingering) skunk encounter.

lily in mud

Looking ahead to 2017 felt more sober and sad than in any year past now that my government has become an enemy to me. Nothing will stop January 20th from coming. Nothing will stop the extremists now in complete control of every branch. All we can do is protest and resist and support those others who are protesting and resisting.

Waking up

Shhh. The blog is sleeping. The blog is sleeping like a log.
Probably it looks dead. It hasn’t moved in months, even when poked. This was brought to my attention several weeks ago when a friend, having read my own calendar, noted that I was in South Africa. Which I was. In 2015.
Plus I keep being introduced at events as the grandmother of five, when my grandchildren have numbered seven for almost two years now.
This prolonged silence is unsurprising to me (of course, I caused it!) as I’ve always been good at plans and terrible at follow-through. But I read recently that blogs are over, very 2010, really, and this was all it took to make me wish to post again.
That and the soul-killing election. Silence is not an option however desperately we wish the castle was still a slumber. 140 characters is not sufficient to my level of despair.
So it’s more like a slap than a kiss. But my plan in 2017 is to wake the blog up.