When I published my last diary entry on May 16, 2020, my Pennsylvania county had 515 coronavirus cases and 48 deaths. Six days later we have 584 cases and 46 deaths (yes, this is two less than the last post. I’m not sure how to explain this).
Our reverse empty nest has reversed back, at least for the moment. Ally returned to Grand Rapids this week. Caroline is spending a few days in Grand Rapids to visit friends and pack-up her dorm room. (Yes, she and her friends are wearing masks and social distancing).
Ally graduated from Calvin University today with a B.A. in History and Psychology. We are, of course, very proud of her. We watched the video and cheered. (If all goes well, Calvin will have a face-to-face ceremony in October).
Ally was glad to be in Grand Rapids today so she could be with her close friends. We are thankful she got to spend the day with the family of one of her teammates. Ally starts work soon at a residential center for girls who have struggled and continue to struggle with abuse, neglect, and mental health issues. We are glad she has chosen to serve in this way. She will also spend the year writing. As I have mentioned before on this blog, we are working on a teen and young adult biography of Philip Vickers Fithian. Ally has already written a first draft and it looks really good. Now its my turn to edit.
On the comedy front, I decided to cut my own hair the other day. It was getting really long and unruly and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t own clippers, so it was a straight scissors job. It did not go well. I now have a second bald spot in the back of my head to go with my already existing bald spot. Though it’s hard to tell in the above picture, the sides are pretty uneven. But I feel much better.
Today Joy and I were talking about church. Like most churches in the United States, my church has not yet “opened.” Sunday morning services are still entirely online. I know many people want to go back, and this is a good desire. But I also worry that churches will bend too quickly to the demands of their religious consumers. I think it’s going to take a while before I feel comfortable returning. I don’t think people should feel guilty if they feel the same way.
Until next time…