The current year

 It's Christmas time, a time to see family, normally at least.  Except in times of pandemic.  And in cases of Parental Alienation System.  (Yesterday.)

Hope springs eternal for changing these anomalies.  A vaccine, even though available doses are way less, for now, than promised, will ameliorate the unchecked nature of the raging deadly coronavirus and when the next administration institutes new measures such as mask wearing and contact tracing, the pandemic might finally start to be subdued after a ten-month false or non-start.  I have hoped to see my three children, now all in their 30s, ever since the last time I saw or spoke to any of them around mid-decade after the turn of the century.  Every holiday or birthday when I am in town, continuing on to the present, I have lunch at the gourmet pizzeria near where they grew up, detailing my intentions, and describing the lunch afterwards, in my former blog dcspinster, but not one has ever showed up. (End of February.)

This year I was at the Lost Dog Cafe pizzeria on their three birthdays and most holidays--the restaurant wasn't available for inside seating most holidays after mid-March until recently, but I won't eat inside a restaurant during these times of infection and sickness, so I order a pizza to go from the parking lot, receive it a quarter hour later, and remain for a time afterward to see if anyone who could conceivably be one or more of my sons shows or even my daughter-in-law shows up, but no one did so far as I know.  Que sera sera.  The restaurant is closed on Christmas so it won't happen tomorrow.  Or maybe ever but that's all right; although I love each of them as any father would love his children, I have come to know their characters through their unbelievable and unjustified actions in casting out their father and his family based upon brainwashing by their mother and her paid coterie of family wreckers as adolescents. (Mid February.)

I want to wish a Merry Christmas to JJ&D, and Laura too, wherever she may be, and the grandkids.  Next year will be better.  (First week of January.)