The Culture that has been here all the time

I am surprised that a crazy "do-gooder" - like a cousin who admonished me, calling me lazy and saying that I should get off my ass as a caregiver and help myself hasn't appeared at my front door to help us. Or, an altruistic "bleeding heart" hasn't rang my doorbell. No, I have tried every avenue to acquire caregiver help that I have learned about (from counselors and share groups), but I only continue with the "status quo."

I have been expressing our needs to healthcare people and even social workers in the hospital the last time I brought my wife there. The remnants of our two small retirement funds are insufficient to pay for help but disqualify us from government help.

I say, "Humans and dogs can get used to anything," so I have adapted to this depressing life. No, I haven't given up. I always have an action plan in the works, although 99% of these plans fall short.

I'm just venting today.

"It is the journey" means that the most important part of something is not the final destination or goal, but the experiences and lessons learned along the way, emphasizing the process and the growth that happens during the pursuit rather than just the outcome itself. "

There is nothing more rational than the journey to an idyllic relationship. The universal appeal of boy meets girl love story is timeless. Most of us want to see a happy ending and may even cry when it is tragic. 

People also ask:
What is the number one reason couples break up?
Lack of Communicatio

I submit that the probability of a perfect match is minimal. Instead, the two people with mutual interests and the ability to work out differences in the spirit of love evolve together.

If I can find a way, I will move to Switzerland. It has been a long time since I have been there, but I remember it vividly.

If you long for a White Christmas, look to the Gregorian Calendar because it falls on a more likely day to have snow. "The Gregorian calendar is the solar calendar used by most of the world today:"

Hopeless. My wife with ADA is unaware of Christmas and, apparently, 99% of our family. Perhaps one day I will have a normal Christmas when someone moves into my spare room and helps me with caregiving.

When we were young, we never cared whether we knew what we were doing. We just made love.

The history of life on Earth, especially human life, has progressed through many permutations. Some resulted in good, some evil, and some in the middle. I have lived an interesting life. I have no bucket list, so I covet nothing and expect nothing. Heaven and Hell only exist on Earth. When we die, we return to stardust, which will be recycled for as long as there is a Cosmos. You can't take material things with you anyway. The world we are entering is powered by greed more than I have ever witnessed in my life before. It isn't the world I want to live in. What choice do I have? None.

Hey. What I lack in real life is the ability to experience lucid dreams. Melatonin, vitamin B6*, and a sleep time tea all help with this.

*Taking a combination of melatonin and vitamin B6 is often suggested to potentially improve dream recall, as vitamin B6 can help with memory retention while melatonin regulates sleep cycles, potentially leading to more vivid dreams; however, conclusive scientific evidence on this combination is limited and you should consult a healthcare professional before trying it.

Some dreams are cool, not only those with sex involved: Flying jets, visiting places, time travel, happiness . . . etc. I have a few bad dreams, but the nice ones are much more abundant. For example, helped two men sell red horses and redwood lumber, traveled with them on a train, and helped them sell them,

I don't think everything in life can be made good again. I doubt that I will ever be happy again. I have experienced too much loss. If Jeanne had died in 2017, I probably would have a new life with a new woman. If I were in prison since then, I would be eager to start again. Watching Jeanne passing slowly by myself (the long goodbye) has really damaged me I fear. 
I know you tell me to be positive. 
I met a woman who survived the Holocaust in Natzi, Germany. She was polite and cared for my friend, her son, but I never saw her smile - not even once. My experience with Jeanne has lasted longer than that woman's time in a concentration camp, so what would I be like?

No, I can survive as she had, but I do not think I will ever be happy again.

 . . . there is an opposite of Santa Clause?

His name is Krampus.