Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I picked up some new books today, ordered a birthday cake, sent two books to a friend and shopped for a few necessities at my local grocery seven houses away. Then I opened one of my new books and plunged in. It is a memoir, as were the last two books I read: Memorial Drive and Miracle Country, both riveting and terrific language. All three have as part of the story the death of a parent, and I'm grieving so they hit home. I also called my former son-in-law's mother, whom I adore, since it is her birthday today. We always laugh a lot, and spend time admiring our mutual granddaughter. Tomorrow we're caravaning to a pumpkin patch to witness our three year old grandson pick out punkins. Masks on, social distance, separate cars, but we'll do our best. My street has a plan to have a distanced parade at five pm then have treats individually bagged at the bottom of the steps so kids don't have to touch anything. I'm hoping it all goes well. The trying is the important part. We don't want this pandemic to defeat us, though it sets us back.