On caregivers, faith, family, and writing…

Published in the Rains County Leader on January 27, 2022:

The last two weeks have seemed like a mini shut down, at least in my little corner of the world. The schools shut down two extra days over the Martin Luther King weekend for deep cleaning and because one hundred staff members and teachers were absent. The prayer lists grew longer as one family after another reported cases of COVID/Omicron, Cedar Fever, and other forms of upper respiratory distress, and the lunch crowd at the Senior Center was barely into double digits. The Believers’ Baptist Friday Night Home Group was canceled two weeks in a row, Wednesday morning Bible study was canceled last week, and church attendance on January 16 was about half of normal. Then, just about the time David and I were getting back to the gym after his back issues, we missed two weeks while we experienced alternate bouts of sniffles, congestion, and lots of fatigue that led to many unscheduled naps. Some shelves at Brookshire’s were unusually bare, and there were no harried workers in the aisle restocking them – and I began to have flashbacks to the fall of 2020.

It wasn’t all bad, though. During our mini-isolation I made some progress on the to-be-read stack of books on my bedside table, and for those of you who are Tatia fans, I added several chapters to the rough draft of the next book in the series. I caught up on the laundry – although I think I’m now behind again – and did a little bit of early spring cleaning. I didn’t have the energy for anything elaborate in the kitchen, but thanks to my Crock Pot and Instant Pot, we had some really good comfort food and some not-so-good-for us snacks. We watched lots of TV – some good movies and some real stinkers – and Kitty enjoyed snuggling with David on the couch on the really cold days.

But enough already! I’m ready to get back to normal life, and that possibility seems to be on the horizon. Those who are supposed to know about these things say that the virus peaked in the UK several weeks ago, and since these same experts say the U.S. is about a month behind the UK, I am hopeful. News reports of the beginnings of a decline in cases are mixed with warnings about letting down our guard too soon. But the statistical charts on the virus website I follow seem to have reached a peak and turned down in the last few days. Saturday posts from Click 2 Houston and Fox 4 News report that health officials believe Omicron may have peaked in both Houston and Dallas.

Regardless of what the statistics and the experts say, Emory – or at least my little corner of it – seems to be peeking out from behind closed doors as whatever has held us in its grip for the last couple of weeks relaxes. School is back on a normal schedule, and the lunch group seemed a little bigger at the Senior Center on Friday. The ushers had to set up extra chairs in the Sanctuary for Morning Worship on Sunday. The Sunday night dinner was crowded, and the sounds of friends catching up after a few days apart were loud. Home Group has rescheduled the “tailgate party” we canceled a couple of weeks ago, and the ladies group is looking forward to getting back to the Gospel of Matthew on Wednesday morning. I haven’t checked the grocery shelves yet, but after all the cooking I’ve done, I’ll have to do that soon. I’m optimistic that the shelves will be filled again. The only negative is that David and I no longer have an excuse for staying home from the gym. If we continue to lose muscle mass and become couch potatoes, it will only be due to our own laziness.



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