The other night I was sitting outside in the evening. It was a beautiful evening. The thought crossed my mind that it has been nearly three months since the shelter in place began. In those three months, Mark and I rarely go anywhere except to the grocery store every 2 to 2 1/2 weeks, the bank once a month, once or twice to the post office. I have not put any gas in my Honda since March! Also, other than Aaron, Christa and the grandkids, we rarely see anyone we know in person. The first thought that struck me is that it now feels normal.
But the second thought that struck me is that while I do not feel safe from COVID-19, nevertheless I feel safe otherwise. I feel safe in my home. I feel safe when I go out. I do not fear for Mark's safety when he goes out alone. I do not fear for our son's safety.
But Jason...this amazing young man whom we love like a son, this incredible husband, father, brother, and friend--we do worry about him. This is Jason at his best. Funny, articulate, always ready for fun, yet willing to have a heart-to-heart conversation, and he always seems to know intuitively when I need a hug.
But not everyone he comes in contact with is willing to know him, to see anything other than the color of his skin. So we have conversations with him, we ask questions, we ask advice, we ask how we can do better, be better, be more aware. There are so many things that are running through my head, even more so this week given what is happening in our country. I'm not sure I'm quite ready to put it all into words. I do know that these resonated with me.
While I get my thoughts in order, I'm going to carry on like a normal Thursday, although it is nowhere near "normal."
A current picture of Mark. :) He decided to add the hat, purchased in Amish country years ago.
There was a caravan parade for the high school graduates from our church on Saturday. We gathered at the church, decorated our vehicles, and drove past each graduate's house.
Photo by Stacie Winckler
Although it was 107 degrees last Thursday, it was a beautiful evening on Saturday, even a little on the cool side. We got out the projector and screen, and had a socially distanced outdoor movie night. It was so.much.fun!!
I appreciate a good play on words.
Our son definitely needs this t-shirt. His 13-year-old daughter rolled her eyes when I sent her this picture. Typical, right?
This seems pretty accurate.
I would say that chocolate can make anything better. But clearly...it cannot.