I feel like life as we know it will forever be thought of as "before coronavirus" and "after coronavirus". However we are currently in the no man's land I like to call "during coronavirus" and no one but the Lord knows when we'll finally be beyond it. So I guess we all just sit tight and wait.
I'd like to not get myself or my reader too depressed so I'd like a moment to travel down memory lane to what feels like eons ago when Covid 19 was only isolated to China and the murmuring we heard regarding it was quickly disregarded in the minds of most of us who had other things to worry about like taking their daughter to the big basketball tournament in Ft Worth while still recovering from surgery. Ahhhh. February. Let me stay in this moment for awhile, may I?
It was the same weekend we celebrated Zanna's 14th birthday which is ridiculous that she's that age. I mean, what the heck?
My social butterfly was loving the fact that she got to spend her special day in a hotel surrounded by her basketball teammates who thoroughly enjoyed themselves by embarrassing and celebrating her! It made my mama heart all warm and fuzzy to see her so happy.
The actual games they played weren't necessarily something to write home about but they were up against some stiff competition and they had all improved throughout the season. It was their final game of the tournament which was also the last one they played together that was the big winner and an answer to prayer for how to end her "career" as a Lady Hawk. She made two baskets!
We returned home with a carload of important items found at Super Target and Costco ... never imagining that I might want to start hoarding paper products in the event of a catastrophe. Nope. Never occurred to me. But Zanna and I did find some really cute dresses to wear for Easter. hahahahaha
Oma and Opa arrived to help celebrate their granddaughter's birthday so we picked up a cake just the like the one she had last year per her request.
Around this time of rampant social hugging and shaking hands, I got word that a piece of writing I had submitted earlier had been accepted and included in a magazine publication! Holy Hen House is a new magazine for Christian woman and they had chosen the theme of "Hosanna" for their spring issue. Needless to say, I had to give this a shot and write about our dear Hosanna.
We had Will home for his Spring Break the first two weeks of March. He drove home so he'd have his car and he was busy working on various projects over at Camp Shiloh. It was sometime during his stay with us that I started to consider a life without toilet paper when I noticed what I was seeing (or not seeing) at Walmart. Little did I realize that we had passed the time of BC and had now entered DC.
We live in East Texas, ya'll. We're pretty isolated out here. We do pretty well living in denial for a bit longer than your big city folk. Add to that it's March and that means spring!!! The trees are budding, the wildflowers are popping up, and the weather is Love-Lee (when it's not raining). Moods are up, the lake is sparkling, and the sun is shining. This pandemic stuff does not fit into this world. I'm sorry. Go somewhere else, Covid 19 (if that's your real name).
But then they went and canceled classes at MLC and announced online learning will commence in a weeks time. Suddenly there are national guidelines and state governors with their edicts so now church as we know it is compromised. And I start going through the house taking stock of the Clorex wipes, hand gel, and toilet paper of all things. And why are people buying water? Is something going to happen to the water? What the heck? Is this the Twilight Zone?
Yes, yes it is. Welcome to 2020.
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