Well, friends. We made it through another week… another history-making week. Oh, 2020, you do know how to throw the curveballs, don’t you?
So, let’s get the most controversial topic out of the way first. I got a new fall Coffee Talk graphic.
That rust-colored sleeveless blouse was causing all kinds of confusion and consternation, as it’s from last year and no longer for sale. So when Alison was here last week, we took a few new pictures, and I settled on this one.
Happily, I can inform you that the coral sweater I’m wearing here is very much available for purchase, if you so desire. It’s the coral faded color, and I would say the color on the website is more accurate than the color shown here.
I don’t know why that happens. Also, remember, colors look different on every computer screen, so it’s hard to say for sure what you are seeing, but from what I’m seeing, this sweater is a bit lighter in person.
In other news, we decided we needed a change of scenery, so we took R into Philly yesterday to see some of the sights. No matter what we said or what kind of bribery we threw at them, we could not convince the two older kids to come.
I learned long ago that forcing teenagers into an activity when they do not want to participate only ends in heartbreak… usually mine. So we left them here to their own devices and took our favorite child.
Oh, I kid. Mothers don’t have favorites. We all know that.
Seriously though, we had a good time, and while R had wanted her siblings to come along, she decided being an only child for a day wasn’t half bad either.
We started out at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall.
Even though we got there first thing in the morning, there was a wait, but the tours were very small — a max of 10 people per tour, so that was nice. There was no jostling for location or a good picture.
Unfortunately, the tour was also shorter than usual, I guess to accommodate for the smaller groups going through, but it was still cool to go inside and see where it all began. R has seen Hamilton, so that made it all a bit more real to her.
After that, we walked down to Love Park, which was on R’s bucket list. It was chilly, but such a beautiful day — not a cloud in the sky.
By then, we were hungry and tired of walking, so we drove over to South Street for cheesesteaks. Because of limited capacity and social distancing, there wasn’t a table available, so we ended up eating them in the car, but that was fine, and they were delicious.
Our last stop was the Art Museum. Paul and R ran up the steps, which I caught for a quick second on my Insta Story. There was a gentleman hanging out at the top, offering to take pictures, so we took him up on it.
We were happy to discover the museum was open, so I bought tickets on my phone, and we were able to get in right away, so that worked out well. (You have to reserve a specific time.)
R hadn’t ever been there, and it’s been years for Paul and me. Of course, everything was managed very well, with social distancing protocols in place, yadda, yadda…
I was actually impressed by how compliant everyone was, all over the city. Almost everyone was wearing a mask, and except for the most crowded areas, where it wasn’t really possible, people did maintain their distance.
It’s weird, of course. I will never get used to seeing people in masks, and it makes communication awkward, especially in public places.
But on the other hand, it was good to see people out and about in this city I’ve grown to love so much, active and thriving and doing their best to live life despite the craziness going on in the world.
I do believe we will get to the other side of this. It will take a while, and things will never be quite the same again, but we will be stronger for it.
Meanwhile, I just keep reminding myself that God is still on his throne. He was not surprised by this… any of it. Not pandemics or hurricanes or wild fires or distance learning or messy political battles or cancer or injury or loss of loved ones or any of the hard things.
Whatever is weighing on your heart and mind today, you are invited to lay it at his feet.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
I hope you have a restful, relaxing, restorative Sunday.