Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The arborist came by today, and he's not sure if the tree can be saved. There are so many trees down from the storm that it may be quite a time before our yard is safe and usable. What is most disturbing is the bench our son bought for us may not be fixable. Neither is the birdbath or hammock. These are not big things, but they disturb us. It's a like a car accident. You are in shock and feel immobilized. In the meantime we walked to the bookstore to purchase two books for our friend, whose birthday is today. He had canceled his party and was planning a dinner tonight, but now his grandkids are sick, and a couple that would have attended flew home because their granddaughter was sick and they might expose him. So it's just his son, and he must be disappointed. Everyone is experiencing the cancelations. Our women's group has postponed our meeting until the omicron is more under control. We could have zoomed, but we're all pretty sick of that. At least my husband and I took a good walk on a sunny day, and accomplished some errands: fixed his eyeglasses, went to the bank, bought the books and then dropped them off. We got home and I picked up sticks in the back yard, moved a table in the living room, restacked art books, and washed and trimmed green beans for dinner. Later we will pick up the two grandsons at preschool and see them for the first time in over two weeks. I've just got this feeling our distasterous back yard will be of major interest to two bungly toddlers.