For someone awfully important
For someone awfully important
So one of my old friends asked me a few days back, how I’ve been getting all my steps every day, even though I’m in so much. (As of course many of us are.) Continue reading “Old friends”
My sister married a guy who is smart and strong and funny. A man of faith. A man who loves the Lord, my sister, their kids, our family. Continue reading “My brother”
Fathers and daughters, fathers and sons.
It’s Father’s Day weekend as I write this (weeks before I’ll post it).
It’s a pleasant early-summer day, which means my day lilies are doing their thing.
Sunday church means coloring during services:
And an outdoor & distanced cookout at Dad’s for Fathers Day. For which I made the brownies, touched up with walnuts and a little leftover hot fudge sauce because that sounded good and also because that all needed to Go. Away. From me.
It’s too early. My earliest alarm – the optimistic, maybe-I’ll-get-a-long-workout / at-least-I’ll-be-awake-to-hear-the-next-alarm alarm – won’t go off for another half hour. Continue reading “Early June morning”
My sister is one of my favorite people in the wide world. We are both as alike and as different as people can be, in a variety of ways.
She is the heart of my heart.
I woke up sore, and not sure at first how that happened.
Oh, right. Yardwork yesterday. A few yoga stretches had been no match for that. Continue reading “Afterburn – Memorial Day Sunday”
Technically my state relaxed some of its stay at home rules as of 5pm this day. So we were not violating them.
And each of our families has been keeping to ourselves. Maybe not as diligently (they might say, extremely) as I might want them to, but even so. We’ve been apart from most of humanity for months, and none of us has been sick.
We can all keep our safe distance, together. Maybe. Continue reading “Breaking curfew – kind of”
I’m writing this on May 10th. Mother’s Day. I wore my mask and walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time in COVID-time and the first time this season and the first time probably in 2 years because walking there is not a thing when we have extremes of either heat or rain, and last year it seemed like we alternated between the two.
But I’ve gotten off track. So anyway…
It was Mother’s Day and I got to see my Mom, which was great. Dad bought us all a take-out lunch (thanks again Dad!) and I saw my family as a whole (distanced in general and masked a good bit of the time as well) and we played some fun games (which did not require us to cluster).
It’s a good family day!
It’s also the post that – because of my scheduling delay – will go up on Wednesday May 27, midweek after Memorial Day.
Which if I am remembering right, is Uncle Steve’s birthday, and Libby’s birthday.
And knowing that ahead means I’m missing my NJ families, and my uncle, albeit in different ways.
And so I’m just pausing in my semi-random flotsam, to be thankful for all the people who bless my life, but aren’t in my life day-to-day, whether that separation is just-across-town-but-COVID, or across-state-lines, or across-the-great-divide.
You’re loved. You’re missed.
And I’m so thankful for you!
Happy birthday LibbyLou!
I don’t know why I looked on a Tuesday midmorning during a pandemic, but I did.
Surely there would be nothing to see, if I pulled up Find My and looked where my family is. Of course they would all be in their respective homes. Where else could they be?? My folks don’t have a grocery pickup until the end of the week. My sister and I both have deliveries set up.
There’s no reason to glance because there’s no reason anyone should be out. Nothing to see here, right?
Wrong. Continue reading “Oh FFS”