I had a very lovely, quiet day for most of Saturday.
Timothy and Daniel helped Joshua and Amber and the kids move into a new home.
Rebekah played something called a switch.
And I finished the formatting for my werewolf novel Lycanthropic Summer, so Rebekah can send for the proof copy today.
About mid-afternoon, Sarah, who lives in Raleigh, called me. She was on her way to my parents' house. She'd called an ambulance for my father.
And that changed the tone of most of the weekend (He went home yesterday afternoon, and he's doing OK).
Sunday I worked, and I spent a good portion of Monday editing for a client. And that was in addition to helping to manage care for my Dad.
But on Monday morning, I experienced a slight return to normalcy.
Timothy had to paint a room at Joshua's house.
And I went, too, to celebrate the joy of the beautiful new home with family I really haven't seen (except for the surprise visit) since the pandemic began.
Now we all wore masks.
And we stayed six feet or more away from each other. That's why this photo at the end of this blog is slightly blurry.
Riley did sneak a hug around my legs. But she's four. And she did have her mask on.
No one was coughing or sneezing. And I did spend a portion of those two hours outside in the driveway on the telephone to the hospital.
Still, it was the first testing of the masking and social distancing strategy with anyone outside of where I live.
Hopefully, the experts are right about this.
If they're wrong, well, I might be writing a different sort of post down the road.
Before we went home, we participated in a quick drive-by for Labor Day at the nursing home where Ron lives.
He was "not there" and didn't even respond to his name.
But we got to see him, and we are thankful to staff who arranged the event.
Historically, I have always worked on Labor Day. For me, it's important I honor the day by using the skills God has given me.
My main gift is the ability to communicate.
This weekend, I used it at work, for a client, with my family, and by providing many hours worth of information to Sarah and four different care providers.
No one grilled out. But Sunday night, Daniel surprised everyone by ordering pizza.
So it's all good.
Timothy and Daniel helped Joshua and Amber and the kids move into a new home.
Rebekah played something called a switch.
And I finished the formatting for my werewolf novel Lycanthropic Summer, so Rebekah can send for the proof copy today.
About mid-afternoon, Sarah, who lives in Raleigh, called me. She was on her way to my parents' house. She'd called an ambulance for my father.
And that changed the tone of most of the weekend (He went home yesterday afternoon, and he's doing OK).
Sunday I worked, and I spent a good portion of Monday editing for a client. And that was in addition to helping to manage care for my Dad.
But on Monday morning, I experienced a slight return to normalcy.
Timothy had to paint a room at Joshua's house.
And I went, too, to celebrate the joy of the beautiful new home with family I really haven't seen (except for the surprise visit) since the pandemic began.
Now we all wore masks.
And we stayed six feet or more away from each other. That's why this photo at the end of this blog is slightly blurry.
Riley did sneak a hug around my legs. But she's four. And she did have her mask on.
No one was coughing or sneezing. And I did spend a portion of those two hours outside in the driveway on the telephone to the hospital.
Still, it was the first testing of the masking and social distancing strategy with anyone outside of where I live.
Hopefully, the experts are right about this.
If they're wrong, well, I might be writing a different sort of post down the road.
Before we went home, we participated in a quick drive-by for Labor Day at the nursing home where Ron lives.
He was "not there" and didn't even respond to his name.
But we got to see him, and we are thankful to staff who arranged the event.
Historically, I have always worked on Labor Day. For me, it's important I honor the day by using the skills God has given me.
My main gift is the ability to communicate.
This weekend, I used it at work, for a client, with my family, and by providing many hours worth of information to Sarah and four different care providers.
No one grilled out. But Sunday night, Daniel surprised everyone by ordering pizza.
So it's all good.
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