Usually I am a compendium of birthday knowledge. My NJ family – all of them – were so neatly filed away with no need of social media to remind me. I know them all.Continue reading “My spidey sense is broken”
… far and wide, to family and friends, friendly acquaintances, fellow-travelers and seekers.
The fact that I am here (and God willing I am still here when this posts) means that I am, in a sense, where I am meant to be.
And then, where I need to be, in the days of COVID. Not in the office. Not in stores or gatherings. Not having dinner parties or houseguests in the house. Continue reading “Where I should be”
At the end of last summer I put away the outdoor supplies.
Stashed the yard decor, covered the tables. Continue reading “Things lost”
A good friend lost their family cat of 18 years recently. They knew the time was coming, of course, which meant they could take some time to appreciate and coddle him a bit extra, before their final goodbye. Continue reading “Goodbye Banzai”
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 want to hug my sister and my BIL and my dear, beautiful, delightful nieces.
I want to hug my parents. I want to have them over for dinner, to sit and chat and enjoy each other’s company. Continue reading “What I want”
Even people who are nearby are far, for the moment. Some of my family is walking distance, and now the weather has finally started to turn nice to walk — but social distancing means staying away. Continue reading “Missing”
I don’t get to come up to NJ as often as I’d like.
I don’t get to see my friends up in NJ as often as I’d like. Continue reading “Visitations”