Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

This is the second day of wind, and I keep looking up at the cedar tree, hoping more limbs don't come crashing down. I just returned from a walk with a friend, and it was kind of unpleasant with the cold, the wind and our noses running nonstop. We managed to each find a book to read from the Little Library stations along our way. I'll have to battle the wind again when we pick up our two grandsons, or maybe we'll drive, as they are both recovering from colds. Today is our older son's birthday and we serannaded him over the phone. We're hoping to get together Saturday, if none of us has been exposed to covid. We used to celebrate his and his wife's birthdays separately, but covid has erased that tradition. I feel for the east coast and midwest over these snowstorms they are enduring. Our son and our younger son and sons-in-law are such terrific parents, and handle so much childcare and nurturing. It's good to have lived this long to witness it. Right now the men are the primaries in three of the four cases, and the fourth makes up for it nights and weekends. Covid has pushed men to adapt and share responsibility and though covid is a nightmare, it has shuffled work and home in some pretty interesting ways. I'm so proud of these guys, and happy for their spouses.