As April came in, I learned that our church had lost Jackie Harris to COVID-19. She was the first person I knew who died from the virus, and as I write this in November, she is still the only person I knew personally who died from it. Friends have lost family members, and some friends have recovered.
Jane began live-streaming Jazzercise via Facebook, which probably saved her business and many people's sanity. Working out at home is cramped, but better than nothing. Ken and I found less-crowded times to grocery-shop. Some items were still in short supply -- paper products, cleaning products, beans, and pasta.
Rays of hope were the birth of Tricia's daughter Eleanor Jo and occasional Skype calls with Vera. One day my energy level would be high, the next I'd be in the dumps. Started a crochet project and began reading more. I reread "All the President's Men" and "The Hamlet." Started on George Eliot's masterpiece, "Middlemarch." Holy Week and Easter came and went, with services live-streamed via YouTube.
After streams of complaints and protests, Michigan Gov. Whitmer allowed golf, boating and landscape work to reopen. So golf courses are crowded and we stayed home. As the weather warmed up, I started working in the garden.
St. Paul got its new pastor on April 29, fresh out of seminary. His name is Jakob Andrzejewski and his wife is Rachel. As April wound down, the flowering trees were in full bloom and our hearts were full of hope.
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