Month: May 2020

Dr. Buck, the man who delivered me from my mother’s womb has passed. I learned of the news from my brother:

“The first person who ever saw you on this Earth died.” Matt Minick

He delivered 9,163 babies in his lifetime. My brothers and I are three of them. Cause of death is not stated. He will be missed.

In other news, 18 states partially re-opened last week. Virginia is not one of them. COVID continues.

https://youtu.be/eA7D4_qU9jo

We received a free year of Apple TV when Ron transitioned to the Iphone SE. As a result we discovered “The Morning Show.” We were immediately hooked, already we’ve watched three episodes.

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Adjustments were made to my puzzle area. The towel on the table made it impossible to put the pieces together. An investment in a folding table has helped immensely. Progress has occurred. Ron misses the coffee table, but is willing to adjust.

Since the semester ended, I’m focusing on improving my writing. Currently, understanding passive voice and applying it to my writing is top priority. My friend Johnny is helping Ron and I with this task. I’ve found a website to help further my mission. I’m beginning to understand, but the light isn’t completely on at the moment.

Dahlia’s continue to bring a smile to my face. My northern friends remind me how blessed it is to live in the south. I’m grateful I can work outside, as I’m doing now. Sunshine on my face makes social isolation bearable for me.

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Another week is here. We’re grateful for our health and God’s provision in our lives. We pray for our nation daily. We’re trusting God to lead in all things.

For the past 16 weeks I worked my butt off taking three Master level courses. Each class had a major project that spanned the semester. The weekly work load was overwhelming at times. On Saturday’s, sometime Sunday’s, I would breathe a sigh of relief when I crossed the final task of the week from the list. When COVID became a reality and social isolation a mandate, I was grateful for the extra time to study.

Painstakingly, for the past two weeks, I’ve been diligent in my prayers. “Lord, help me finish well.” Yesterday, when I pushed “Save and Submit” on my final test, I held my breath. Finally, I was done. With the exception of responding to a couple of discussion boards, I have completed the most difficult semester of my Masters journey thus far. I earned an 80 on the test, giving me a final grade of 91.5. A low “A” is the reward for my work in all of my classes. Anti-climatic is the only way to describe the feeling.

And that is that! Now what?

I have books waiting in my kindle library to read. C.S. Lewis’s “The Great Divorce” is at the top of my list. Yet yesterday afternoon, in the anti-climatic moment after finishing my final, the book was of no interest to me. Maybe I will start it today?

Or perhaps I will spend time with my girls, Grace and Frankie. Jane Fonda is 82 years old. She is more active and in better shape than I am. As my mother used to say, “I should feel ashamed of myself.” I do Mom:-). However, I never professed that I’m an aerobic guru like Jane. But I do admire her. And now I’ve learned she’s a blogger. A blog I may find myself visiting in my spare time.

Gratefully, the weather is consistently warmer. The rain, hopefully will start to lessen. Perhaps now is the time to begin an new exercise regime? I could organize a step challenge, or possibly a Zoom book club. Or perhaps I will do nothing. That option is always available as well.