My dryer is broken

 It’s been seven years since I posted and twenty since I was really active and I still miss blogging. What’s happened? I retired from teaching and my heath deteriorated. I am now 66 on the verge of 67. My husband said he was in an affair at Christmas suddenly, was placed on leave at work, left, and hasn’t communicated in six months and appears to live at the home of a former board member. Who is a woman. No idea how to explain except in future writing. I have two granddaughters. Joy of my life. I’m trying to grow flowers and recover from blindsiding, betrayal and the destruction of my health. I’ve lost two teeth to implants. Had two cataract surgeries. Eight bouts of sepsis from kidney stones. I’d say fifteen stone surgeries. My dad died and eight people I love so much also passed. I’ve started painting again. I’m sitting here waiting on a dryer repair. It’s a year old at most. Burning smell. I have pneumonia. I’ve been learning how to live alone and sit with difficult emotions. I’m still long winded. I don’t remember how to use Blogger  and inserting a picture escapes me  I think I figured pictures out!