Summer School

I have been offered, and have accepted, a position in our school’s upcoming summer school here in China.

I’m glad to know that my inability to go anywhere won’t mean that I’ll just be sitting at home, as tempting as that might seem. Also, with the news that we don’t have to wear masks in school anymore, it means I’ll be able to breathe in school. After six weeks of wearing the mask in school, that makes me happy.

But it also stinks.

We were supposed to be heading home in a couple of weeks. We were supposed to be seeing our oldest son and spending time with him. We were supposed to be giving our 17 year old daughter her once in a lifetime chance to attend space camp in Cape Canaveral. We were supposed to attend a family reunion in August. Lots of “we were supposed to’s” that aren’t going to happen.

All thanks to the virus. Thank you so much, COVID19. I don’t have words.

Understand, I’m not complaining. I appreciate that I have a job. I appreciate that I have an income, especially these days, especially considering that nobody knows what the future holds.

But I am also lamenting what was supposed to be. I’m lamenting what was supposed to happen this summer but will not.

Like everyone, I am lamenting the state of things.

I lament.

Summer 2020 won’t be what any of us thought it would be. Here’s hoping it will be more than any of us think it can be. Here’s hoping.

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