Coronavirus Day 24- The USS Roosevelt Debacle

Miniature the Cat (Photo credit, Nicholas)

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.

Coronavirus Day 20- Elementary School On Zoom

The Spelling Test That Never Happened

Penny has been at her iPad for the past hour on Microsoft Teams waiting for her teacher to start a spelling test. This is time well spent in my book, with Penny on her iPad looking at a bunch of her young peers, all of them talking at the same time saying unintelligible things. Sometimes a real conversation gets going.

“Are you eating breakfast Penelope?” One girl asks.


“But isn’t it almost lunch time?”

“Yes. But I’m a night owl.”

Yesterday Nick’s teacher announced that today would be “Wear a Shirt to Class” day. Not “Wear Your Class Shirt” day, but wear any shirt day. I guess some boys logged onto the video chat not wearing shirts at all.

I woke up frustrated and complainy this morning for no good reason. Sometimes I have to will myself into being a real grown-up. It doesn’t just happen. Tomorrow I will attend a virtual drill since actual drill was canceled at my reserve unit. In normal life I look forward to drill because I like my unit, and because going to drill is when I rate to exit my role as the adult on-demand for at least 48 hours. As it is, I’m looking forward to my virtual drill because tomorrow, I will sit at my computer for eight hours where I will rate to be left alone and uninterrupted. I know, I know, I am so lucky. All that. But it does get old, living life in 20 minute increments. While writing this paragraph Penny came and yelled at me for not watering her plant. After lunch, I will do nothing but be available, on demand, and all will be better.

Chloe, trying very hard to fit in this Tupperware

Coronavirus Day 17- My Big Giant Boy

My Big Giant Boy Assembles a Lawn Mower

Today has flown by. I have barely had time to read or surf my social media apps or compulsively check my email and it’s already past 1600. Penny is at the dinner table watching a show on her iPad. Poppy is at her lookout spot at the top of the stairs. Whenever someone passes by with their dog, she’s like a barking IED exploding in the house. Nick is outside mowing the lawn.

We had our first day of online learning. For Nick, who is in fourth grade, his morning was spent video chatting with his teachers and classmates. I guess there was a lesson? I’m not really sure. When he’s on video chat he doesn’t want his embarrassing mom or dad around. Which is fine. I remember what this was like. Penelope’s online time was less structured. She’s in first grade, and her teacher is also trying to learn how to use Microsoft Teams. It an all-over-the-place check in. She also completed her worksheets so I feel like we exercised our brains today.

Oh. Every once in a while, when Nick does something young-man like, I exclaim that he’s my Big Giant Boy. I didn’t have brothers growing up, so the thought of having someone around with budding man-skills is compelling. For example, a few weeks ago I took the kids to the mall. We walked around and (of course) I didn’t pay attention to where we parked. No problem! Nick knew exactly how to get back to our car and led the way. My Big Giant Boy! And the other day, when we were putting away his futon after a sleep over, I couldn’t get the damn thing to fold again. I was scooting it all around his room. Have no fear! In two steps Nick put his clunky futon right again. My Big Giant Boy! And today, he noticed a manual push lawn mower that’s been sitting in its box in the garage forever. Nick assembled it and mowed the front and the back yard on his own. My Big Giant Boy!

Penny’s class online
Nick Assembles a Lawn Mower