Phase Yellow

We have entered the yellow phase of recovery in most of Utah. While that may be the case here, that doesn't mean that's the way it is in other places around the world. Our girls Hawaii trip was supposed to happen the end of June so I looked at Hawaii to see if our trip might still be viable. Not so. If you go to Hawaii, you are required to quarantine for 14 days in your hotel room. That doesn't sound too fun.

This is what it looks like for us. We wear masks when shopping in stores. We are to keep a six foot distance. Hair salons have opened back up. I finally got a haircut but was required to wear a mask the whole time. Dine-in seating has opened in restaurants that can do so safely. We have yet to experience that and are sticking to our curbside/drive-thru delivery options. We can gather in groups of no more than 50 although church is starting back up for us in a couple of weeks. Our ward will be attending once a month for the next three months, sacrament meeting only, and with three different times to attend to keep social distancing. Our time is 10:30.

Lots of disinfecting, hand washing, and sanitizing happening.

This week we've allowed Alex to hang out with Ian if they do so outside. Ashlyn has reunited with Allison and will be doing some tennis clinics in a few weeks. Nate will be working at those clinics and starting piano lessons back up.

Things are easing into normal, kind of.

Then I turned on the news last night to watch the weather and instead witnessed a peaceful protest in downtown Salt Lake that turned criminal. They were protesting the unlawful death of a black man in Minneapolis by a white police officer; however, when your protest turns violent then you've lost any credibility. Graffiti, burned cars, looting, items thrown at police officers. A curfew was finally ordered until Monday morning. Salt Lake City has a lot of cleanup to do. And Salt Lake is not the only city. There have been dozens of protests across the nation. Our world on a macro scale is a mess right now.

But . . . the Leary microcosm is doing just fine. I got to meet our baby last Tuesday when Kiersten woke up with a very high fever and needed to go to the ER. Grandma came to rescue little Oliver, and we had a delightful time snuggling and chatting with Grandma Ellis.

Kiersten was pretty excited to be reunited with her baby. They discovered blood clots that needed to be cleaned out.

Then on Thursday the rest of the family got to meet him. He is the most perfect thing around. We are all so in love.