2020. New Year. New me? Hardly. I'm just pushing into old age. Shocking to be near 70 when my mind still says 21. Mad at the current occupant of the White House for being an incompetent fool. Again. Worried for my daughters and the world they've inherited. Worried for my husband who soldiers on and keeps me smiling. Happy with that small, sometimes infuriating bundle of fur known as Rowdee Yates. Concerned that I'm too far away from my very elderly parents to help if things get out of hand for them. My dad is 94, Mind is sharp, body failing. Mom is 90, body good, mind going slightly. They still live in the family home. Thanks to my sisters and nieces for being there for our parents. Hoping to exercise more and loose weight (permanent hope). Hoping that our country votes the incompetent fool out of office and we can regain our equilibrium. Hoping that I accept being an old lady...doubtful. Hoping that I can climb on a horse at least one mo