Penny and I journeyed back from our trip to San Antonio this afternoon. While I’m glad we made the trek out to see my friend J, I’m dismayed about the inevitable second Coronavirus wave about to crash. The news today is not promising. The barefaced people walking around the Buc-ee’s gas station store today was not a good sign. And I’m mentally preparing myself for when the schools finally announce that the 2020-2021 school year will be in part, if not completely, virtual.(more…)
I’m sitting out front, alone, waiting for the end of year school car parade to pass by in front of our house. Penny is sitting on the balcony on the second floor while Nick is in his room. He promises to come out when the parade is here. Both kids are streaming stuff on the internet. I guess I’m on the internet too. So much internet these days.
This weekend, major U.S. cities were ablaze in protest over the killing of African-American man, George Floyd, after a police officer arrested Floyd, laying him on the ground while applying pressure to Floyd’s neck with his knee. As a result of this cruel arrest tactic, George Floyd ended up dead.(more…)
It’s the day before our Memorial Day weekend begins. Steve has off tomorrow and is not set to return to virtual work until Tuesday. I have therefore submitted my formal request to him to have a work-day for myself. My request went like this:
“Dearest, since you’re off tomorrow, I have stuff I’ve been needing to work on that I haven’t been able to do. So I’m going to be upstairs for a long time.” I said, frying an egg.
“Oh really? That means I need to find something to do with the kids,” Steve said, receiving said fried egg.
Little does he know that even though he is off tomorrow, the kids still have virtual school. I will make sure to mention this.
At the moment the sky is overcast (yay!) and the weather is comfortable. Poppy is sitting next to me sopping wet because Penny has decided to play with the hose. At one point she came up next to me shouting, “surprise sneak attack!” At which point I threw one of my own temper tantrums about, you know her being jerk getting me and my electronics wet. I mean really they show these hammy kids on the Disney Chanel pull pranks on adults and no one flips out? I’m glad to say no iPads or Canon EOS6D cameras were harmed today.
In other news there is drama in Florida (which seems to often be the case in Florida no matter what’s going on) around their reporting of the Coronavirus cases in the state. Of note it appears that the first states to move on ending lockdown restrictions mostly reside in the South, which is culturally interesting, and there’s speculation our major cities in the South will see a COVID resurgence.
I’ve been following bloggers in different parts of the world write about how the pandemic has played out in their areas. Restrictions appear very strict in South Africa (still a ban on tobacco and alcohol), and re-opening the economy has exposed fissures along white collar/blue collar class lines in the UK. In Ireland people are weary (and sometimes defiant) of the public health restrictions, as they are in many places at this point. Now it’s our turn. Maybe here soon, we’ll start to see what the Coronavirus crisis reveals about us.
This afternoon, I cut Nick’s hair in the front yard. Naturally, I would like to take a moment to thank the other unsung heroes of normal, dignified life: the barber. I think I did an okay job. I mean, his new haircut could be much worse.
In the news, states are starting to talk about when they plan to lift the stay-home orders. The earliest date I saw was 30 April, the rest sometime in mid May. Who knows what that really means though. So I’m weary today, so much so that I took Penny on a bike ride to the corner gas station to buy some candy. It’s becoming the norm to see people in masks. I wasn’t wearing one, which I felt uncomfortable about the moment I entered the store. Pretty soon we’ll all be in masks, which is weird.
I think our cat Miniature is approaching the end. This morning I heard her caterwaul in the kitchen right before she threw up her breakfast. The throwing up, plus her weight loss and physical sensitivity leads me to believe one thing: chronic hairballs. Just kidding! Naturally, Nick wanted to snap some photos of her, pre-mortem, just before Googling, “how to adopt a kitten”. Documenting our geriatric pets is a thing we do. A couple of years ago I took some portraits of the kids with our previous cat, Lady. A month later, she died. Lady is survived by her portrait, still hanging in the living room.
Aside from the riveting news of my cat, I have nothing new to share. We’re still here, and still healthy. My kids have no doubt fallen behind academically. I was doing much better with my workbooks before formal homeschool started. With the workbooks we covered the same material (reading and math) without the added work of me trying to figure out what the assignment is, when it’s due, and how to turn it in. I have emailed the teachers today for clarification.
I have also been following the news of the USS Theodore Roosevelt, an aircraft career that is now at port in Guam. At this point in the story, something like 200 sailors have tested positive for Coronavirus, a navy captain has been relieved of command, and the Acting Secretary of the Navy has resigned. The question still lingers: was the captain a martyr for standing up for his crew against “big navy” amidst a Coronavirus outbreak, or did he lack the resolve to command a carrier? I feel like this episode will set a precedent for where the line is drawn between troop welfare and mission accomplishment.