We are eight plus months into this covid thing. What a crazy year this has been, like none I’ve ever seen in my now 70 years. Gosh, that seems like a long time, and it is. Life sure is a funny thing. So much of it I don’t even remember, I wish I did. Would that I could recall every happy thing that ever happened. Maybe it’s enough to be present in the moment and enjoy each day as best we can. Right now I’m enjoying the beautiful sunshine that’s gracing this fall day, listening to the quiet that is broken occasionally by geese as they land on the lake. They’re migrating now, I think.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. We had planned to all gather for the traditional meal and to enjoy some time together. We are blessed to all live in the same state, but the distance, traffic, and busy schedules still keep us apart much of the time. One of the grands had an exposure to the virus and was quarantined. They were missed very much, but otherwise it was a lovely day with the weather cooperating beautifully. The meal was delicious, the company was great. In the evening, we made our way to the backyard, where we sat around the fire, laughing and talking till long after dark. It was good to be reminded to be thankful, and I am.
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