Because, more often than not in these times, I don’t know what to say, my thoughts can feel like dense fog — groping for understanding. This fog might explain why often I am at a loss for words. Bottom line, honest to Pete: I don’t know what to say when people...
Starting 2022 with a Clean Dining Table.
I am starting 2022 with a clean dining table. Note: in a few hours this will be a mess again. The dining room table is both our work spaces. But for now, it is tidy, and I read a little “devotion” about gratitude even — especially when life presses in. Peering down...
Musical Composition
A pianist friend confided that what she sees in musical composition changes over time—when she looks at sheet music, especially ones she has loved and played over the years. What she saw in the score at age 18 changed when she was 35 in the exact same sheet music....
The Resurgence of COVID Reinforces Old Stumbling Blocks
The resurgence of COVID-19 through the Delta variant daily reinforces old stumbling blocks —specifically information overload. And confusion. ( Delta is more contagious than Expected ) How on earth are we back where we were, with lots of sick people, overworked...
UPDATE: We were in a Traffic Jam
There we were, in our first traffic jam in over a year. We hadn't factored traffic into our ETA ! For a year Rt. 2 was always almost empty! Weird was how it felt. Well, the whole day was weird . . . we both felt under so much pressure! We had three simple chores to...
Access to The Vaccine
Waiting for Access As access to the COVID vaccine becomes a possibility, and more and more friends report that they have received theirs, nervous hope flickers. We signed up with two hospitals and the county health department — leaving the timing up to the Lord....
The Resurgence of Two Deadly Viruses
Two Deadly Viruses The resurgence of COVID-19 cases is . . . daunting. So, too, a new tidal wave of Potomac Fever is stunning. Is anybody really surprised? In some ways, I feel like I am in the middle of a recurring nightmare that puts me in a panic. The dream I...
Looking for an Anchor Point
Looking for an anchor point as we begin the ninth, (or is it the tenth ), week of social distancing, I rely on a Facebook friend who said it’s day 67. So, that’s an anchor point . . . whatever the week! How goes it with you? Doug and I are maintaining. We are...
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