Last night I was trying to fall asleep. I had finally posted the boys’ first day of school photos to Instagram with a little bit about each one. I kept thinking about how much more I want to say about the start of 7th grade and was struggling to decide how best to post so many thoughts on such a small space.
Then I thought of my blog. My poor, sad, neglected blog. People don’t blog much anymore. Or maybe they do. Maybe I just don’t read them anymore. So much has been lost to time in the last years. I used to blog everything, write almost daily. And then I didn’t. I would try here and there, much like now. It is always weird to see what I posted last.
My last post was from August 5, 2020. Mid-pandemic. It was before our life was turned upside down because of the pandemic. A couple of weeks after my last post Nathan’s dad was admitted to the hospital with COVID. A couple of weeks later he had died from it. The end of August and much of September feels like a blur of emotions. Then more sickness in the late fall. That was followed by my battle with COVID, the hospital, making it home in time for Christmas, and the weeks of continued recovery.
Now it is August again. We just finished our first week of 7th grade. Nathan just finished is first week at his new job. Our business is beyond busy for the first time in about 3 years. We are still living in a pandemic and it feels like most of my community thinks it is over.
All four of us, and much of our immediate family, are fully vaccinated. Only now we hear that the new variant can still make us sick. But the vaccines should keep us out of the hospital.
I am searching. Searching for something that might not exist anymore. Searching for the path forward in this crazy world. Maybe I can find it here.
More Than Expected 