How’s Your Summer Going?

Is it getting to you yet? The constant reminders to be safe? The debate of masks or no masks? The fears that are controlling us more that any virus could?

I’ll be honest – it gets to me, at least sometimes. We took a road-trip to South Carolina to help our son and his family with their move from Michigan. That was a wonderful diversion. We hadn’t seen them in a year and the boys have grown so much. There was no place I would have rather been – nothing I would rather have been doing than helping them move and spending some time with them. Even in 97-degree, South Carolina heat, it was so worth all the sweat and sore muscles just to see them face-to-face.

These two!

It was wonderful, except for when I needed to use a restroom while on the road. You’ve never seen desperate until you’ve seen a full-grown woman pounding on the door of McDonald’s to beg the people inside to open the dining room just long enough for her to use the restroom. They gave me the same empty stare I’ve seen over so many masked noses and mouths. No sympathy. No compassion. No entry.

I’ll admit that was a low point, but I got through it. Now that we’re back home and into our usual/unusual routine, I find that some days I’m ready to jump out the window, then I remember we live in a one-story house. Then I remember I’m 64 and would likely hurt myself even from that height and I don’t like pain. Then I remember if I make a mess, I’d have to clean it up. Then I remember I have a lot of time on my hands right now so what’s one more mess to clean up in an effort to make my point. Then I remember I’ve worked hard at avoiding work, so I go take a nap.

Always the careful one, first I calculate the risk.


It looks like a medium risk of at least scraping myself or getting dirty from the window ledge. Not worth it.

So, how’s your summer going?


I remind myself:

“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” Psalm 16:6


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  1. Vanessa Marks

     /  July 30, 2020

    I am fine until I hear of a person dying from the virus.
    Working part-time so I will be changing my email address.
    I will be spending more time with the grandkids since this
    virtual school learning is in effect.
    Enjoy life and trust in GOD!!

    • I am happy to hear from you. You continue to be in my thoughts and prayers. I’m glad you are able to work and spend time with those precious grandkids. I am enjoying life and fighting the battle not to give in to all the thoughts and messages that are so negative. We both know that the battle is the Lord’s and nothing surprises him. Hug on those kiddos. Thank you for your encouragement! I do trust God. What a comfort.

  2. Since you quoted my favorite Psalm verse, I’ll respond.

    Too Much of A Good Thing

    I like being alone, preferably with people, well, not people, but family. This summer I’ve been left alone-alone for months and weeks at a stretch. Fortunately, my current family is a puppy for the second stretch of alone.

    McKinley is a hound/lab mix, which means she’s beautiful, big and getting bigger, (she’s much larger than any of our other dogs and she’s only 4 months), and loves to sniff the ground. Training is more important for her because when she’s 60 pounds, she’ll be taking my wife for a drag each morning. At 30 pounds she gives me a run for my money when she surprises me with a charge. I visualize my arm snapping off at the elbow.

    I love working from home, but find myself working at least and hour or two more a day, with no commute to break the day and night. Writing suffers.

    I miss eating out. Food is my love language and dining out is… well, you get the idea.
    No dining out these days. I did gas up the car for the first time in a month and a half last week. That was special.

    We pretended to be grandparents for a week with a friend’s little children (4 and 5). These kids were sweet, riled up the dog, scream when she nipped or scratch (puppy outweighs kids, gets excited when they do, and it all escalates). Anyone who know my style of parenting/future grand parenting, which is to ask questions, were stymied. These kids did not answer questions. At all. Yes/no, uh-uh. Are you hungry? Cold stares. Did you wet the bed or sit on it in a wet bathing suit? Stares. Not good. I felt like a Roman Gladiator with no arms (weapons or those things that hang from the torso).

    I may have to go to Qdoba’s tonight. And Home Depot and Publix. Poor puppy.

    • That is a lot going on for a person who doesn’t go anywhere to speak of. I’m glad you have a puppy, but you seriously need to consider going to a restaurant with your wife. Choose wisely. We have had great success at Bahama Breeze near us. It’s laid out so well that I almost don’t notice it’s different. Servers are friendly and masked. Food is good. It’s not quite the same, but I’ll take it. You know how I feel about cooking night after night. Sigh. When Bob retires he’ll enjoy it more. Hopefully COVID will be over by then. And you probably need to take Vitamin D. You remember the sun? It’s that big hot thing in the daytime that makes us go back inside. My writing has suffered, too. How am I expected to write a humor blog right now? On the other hand, my puzzle skills and Scrabble game have improved.


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