September Rundown - and Ode to Helen -

Let's see, my granddaughter got married on September 5th in Cedar City, I had the privilege of performing the wedding ceremony. What a gift. It was a beautiful simple ceremony, if I do say so myself. Nothing like knowing the bride and groom and talking to them, rather than preaching a sermon to folks who are there for a wedding, not a religious service. A great way to begin the month, especially because doing such is typically a patriarchal "duty." 

Scott and I headed to Zion for the Labor Day weekend, knowing it was going to be hot and crowded, but we hadn't been to Zion this year, so we went. And, I got sick that evening, and spent Sunday in bed, in the motel room! Gratefully, The Fast and The Furious movie-thon was on, so Scott wasn't too bored or bothered. 

Scott had been mild'ly sick with a head cold the week before; we both had covid-19 on Wednesday after the wedding, and we were both negative - what a crazy test!

The following weekend we tended Jenna kids, and we had a blast! We were both pretty tired and still not feeling well, and Tempest and Tom just wanted to play, so play they did, from dawn to dusk, and they had a great time, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading out on the deck and watching the kids be kids. Tom even said, "You and Grandpa have been so good. Thumb's up!" I'll take that rating! 

We came home on Sunday and on Monday afternoon Scott ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, for two nights, and I got worse, bronchitis! So we have just been trying to survive. We're both doing better, just giving our energy back. Interesting that with Scott's pneumonia, the thought was, "At least he doesn't have CoVid," when really, at his age, pneumonia can be scary enough. 

I've been going to the office a few days, working from home the other, and just trying to stay away from people. 

Our renter, a young man from South Dakota, Jewish, going to BYU, is staying with us because he doesn't want to be around college kids that spread co-vid. Sadly, that means that he's been doing mostly online classes for my basement. And with the high rate of college kids in Utah County with CoVid, it's probably a good thing. 

Work is going well, I love what I do. I have about five clients that I see at home. I have people knocking on my door, yet I'm limiting that practice to just two an evening. 

Kids are doing well, Jenna is helping with my mom which is great, and such a relief. Tyler is just busy keeping a business going and helping with five kids! 

Scott's old car is up and running. We've been on a couple of rides. He's so proud of that vehicle - having it to work on these past several months has been such a blessing - we're thinking about naming it CoVid, 19, or 2020! 

We went for a drive on Sunday, in the old car, stopping at TJ's for flowers. We took birthday flowers to Meili, a skeleton succulent to Jenna, then spur-of-the-moment decided to go to lunch at Joe's. On our way home I told Scott - "The perfect Sunday. Just the way a Sabbath should be spent." 

I began this last week of September with a quick visit to Instacare, just to check on my cough, making sure my lungs were clear, and they are. I did learn that bronchitis takes a while to run its course - guess that's all I have, all most of us have - time. 

Sadly, time has run out for many people - I have lost 2 dear dear patients to cancer this month; a friend from Alabama from CoVid; 3 other patients have death knocking at their door, and I am amazed they are keeping death at bay. And to end the month, Helen Reddy and Mac Davis, two musicians who were strong influences in my teen years - interesting that the woman whose songs catapulted me into my female and feminist identity book-ended this month. 

And with good-byes there's always a beginning . . . and a new month. 

And that outfit - oh, the memories!