We’ve been under stay-at-home orders here for several weeks now. We’re still alive, so Peter was wrong about that. But he was right to be concerned. Joseph will be doing school online through the rest of the school year, and won’t even get a graduation ceremony. Silas is working from home. I’m teaching virtual music lessons.
And I ran out of library books, and the library is closed. So I’m reading Boswell’s “The Life of Samuel Johnson” because we had it on the shelf. Silas probably got it at the MCC sale some year. Sadly, there won’t be an MCC sale this year.
I’m enjoying the book. It’s a nice change. Instead of my usual fantasy and science fiction, it’s British guys in wigs addressing each other as “Sir” and making very humorous, dry remarks about people from Scotland and stuff. But no matter how long this goes, I’m not going to read the five volumes of the Summa Theologica, which are also on our shelf. I’m eyeing our copy of “Life is a Miracle,” by Wendell Berry.
Life is a miracle, and living during a pandemic reminds one to enjoy the blooming flowers, the voices of loved ones, and every single breath.