Blue-Footed Musings

Today we went to the park. My husband and daughter rode their bikes while Marshall and I went for a hike (Marshall’s bike is busted, so biking wasn’t an option for him). It was a breezy day in a large park with few people, so we were able to go maskless for most of our visit, for which I’m grateful. It was good to be away from home for a while.

What a gorgeous day! Thanks to yesterday’s rain, the world smells of acorns and autumn leaves.

It rained today. Downpoured, even. I went out for a walk, and even with an umbrella, I got soaked. I didn’t mind, though. We need every last drop that falls.

This week our public schools welcomed students back for the first time since March. There were some hiccups, especially at dismissal time, or so I heard. I was not there to see it, and neither were my children, because we’re continuing with distance learning.

Distance learning is working out well, but I have to admit that I’m a little jealous of those other kids and their parents. How exciting for them to have their first real school day! But I worry for them, too. COVID-19 cases are on the rise again. I’m afraid that open schools will contribute to community spread, and that more people will get sick, perhaps even die. Only time will tell. I like to be right, usually, but in this matter I hope I’m wrong.