{"id":1421,"date":"2020-12-04T10:13:00","date_gmt":"2020-12-04T10:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/?p=1421"},"modified":"2022-09-27T20:53:52","modified_gmt":"2022-09-27T20:53:52","slug":"not-the-first-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2020\/12\/04\/not-the-first-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Not the First Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>So, what am I going to say about our time in San Antonio? Well, we loved our home. We welcomed a second grandchild. We had great times with great people. We worked our asses off and still did not succeed, partly due to circumstances beyond our control. I&#8217;m sure it will come out in bits and pieces in our new (old) location, but I was so busy working to make our company successful that I really did not have time to write while we were there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you look at the timeline since I began this blog, though, you will notice that it is not the first &#8220;gap&#8221;. When we first moved to Baton Rouge in 2014, I was so busy with the new job responsibilities that I did not write for nearly sixteen months. All that to say, &#8220;stuff&#8221; sometimes gets in the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Leaving San Antonio was hard. When this is sunset from your back deck, it is hard to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1423\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_1071.jpg 2016w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Which is why I am glad we came back to a familiar place. I am working with a different company than when we were here before, and I really have no idea how long this assignment will last, but we are back close to my 88-year-old father and back in an area with friends and activities we know well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is weird to return someplace while the pandemic is going on. Since everyone has been segregated from everyone else, it is almost like they don&#8217;t realize we were gone for three years. I guess when you are used to only seeing people on social media, everyone looks new again! We have fit right back into our social group &#8212; I even have been asked to sing with my old gospel quartet again &#8212; and it is almost as if we never left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, the world is still unsettled and my work is unsettled. We again have a home we love, and while we have moved away from our granddaughters we know we will see them frequently. Video chats help some, but any kind of &#8220;chat&#8221; with a four- and two-year-old is a crap shoot! We spend most of our time listening to them talk to each other while the phone is pointed at the ceiling or the floor&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We are here. We will heal. And we will have a good time together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That is the promise we made thirty-five years ago and it is still true today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I&#8217;m not gonna lie &#8212; it hurts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, what am I going to say about our time in San Antonio? Well, we loved our home. We welcomed a second grandchild. We had great times with great people. We worked our asses off and still did not succeed, partly due to circumstances beyond our control. I&#8217;m sure it will come out in bits &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2020\/12\/04\/not-the-first-time\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Not the First Time<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1421"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1421"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1426,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1421\/revisions\/1426"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}