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Apr. 4th, 2020 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowThe (very) local pot dispensary has been shut down because two employees were tested positive for COVID and Pleasant street is the quietest it has been for a year. I am not sure if the shut down is for the duration, or until they can get employees back into a clean facility. The mayor insists he is feeling much better, as does my council member/neighbor, so they got something less than appalling and seem to have bounced back relatively quickly.
My dear demented Da is confined to his house, but doesn't seem to notice. He is truly turning into a housecat. His life revolves around meal times, which he anticipates keenly, mostly by checking his watch against the ship's clock on the shelves opposite and figuring how much time until the next meal. He frets a little if he can't see Lucia, mostly because he wants to be sure she'll be there in time to do something about meal time. When he's relaxed, he snoozes sitting upright at his end of the couch. I am certain he chose it for comfort or memory or something - I know Al and I have our own ends of the couch in the same way we have sides of the bed - but it is weirdly booby trapped with things on the end to keep the cats from clawing that he tips over every. single. time. he gets up, and a fairly athletic access to his coffee cup on the end table. If I were there more, I might encourage him to the other end of the couch, or move the anti-scratching device so it doesn't fall over all the time, but it isn't up to me right now so I don't. I do bring treats - a homemade cookie, six miniature chocolate easter eggs, a bite of toffee - because I feel like Lucia doesn't spoil him enough. But that is just me wanting him to be happy now.
I did order the next 70 frames from Ponoko so I can extend the daily 100 project until we are isolating less or something big changes. Having a small record of having lived through this seems important.
I keep reading parents fretting out loud online abut their kids falling behind, and i want to rattle them til their teeth snap. Behind WHAT? WHO?? the ENTIRE WORLD is paused right now, and no one is moving through it normally. Your kid is part of a cohort that had a giant Pause button pressed on them, and no one is moving forward, and no one who eventually gets back into the world will be judged by the old standards. I'm fairly certain of that.
eh. So not my problems right now.
In other news, spring is springing, I have daffodils next to the garage and in the warmest corner of the front garden next to the house. The crocuses sprang and then faded? I don't where they've got off to, I had a lot more at one point. I am nearly bored enough that I might start digging in the garden again. I have not done that for ... years? years. It always felt a lot too much like housework, and not any kind of pleasure for me. Maybe it'll be different this time.
My dear demented Da is confined to his house, but doesn't seem to notice. He is truly turning into a housecat. His life revolves around meal times, which he anticipates keenly, mostly by checking his watch against the ship's clock on the shelves opposite and figuring how much time until the next meal. He frets a little if he can't see Lucia, mostly because he wants to be sure she'll be there in time to do something about meal time. When he's relaxed, he snoozes sitting upright at his end of the couch. I am certain he chose it for comfort or memory or something - I know Al and I have our own ends of the couch in the same way we have sides of the bed - but it is weirdly booby trapped with things on the end to keep the cats from clawing that he tips over every. single. time. he gets up, and a fairly athletic access to his coffee cup on the end table. If I were there more, I might encourage him to the other end of the couch, or move the anti-scratching device so it doesn't fall over all the time, but it isn't up to me right now so I don't. I do bring treats - a homemade cookie, six miniature chocolate easter eggs, a bite of toffee - because I feel like Lucia doesn't spoil him enough. But that is just me wanting him to be happy now.
I did order the next 70 frames from Ponoko so I can extend the daily 100 project until we are isolating less or something big changes. Having a small record of having lived through this seems important.
I keep reading parents fretting out loud online abut their kids falling behind, and i want to rattle them til their teeth snap. Behind WHAT? WHO?? the ENTIRE WORLD is paused right now, and no one is moving through it normally. Your kid is part of a cohort that had a giant Pause button pressed on them, and no one is moving forward, and no one who eventually gets back into the world will be judged by the old standards. I'm fairly certain of that.
eh. So not my problems right now.
In other news, spring is springing, I have daffodils next to the garage and in the warmest corner of the front garden next to the house. The crocuses sprang and then faded? I don't where they've got off to, I had a lot more at one point. I am nearly bored enough that I might start digging in the garden again. I have not done that for ... years? years. It always felt a lot too much like housework, and not any kind of pleasure for me. Maybe it'll be different this time.
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Date: 2020-04-04 03:08 pm (UTC)Crossing fingers for that, anyway.
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Date: 2020-04-06 12:22 pm (UTC)Also, since ALL the kids are going to be off the same amount, more or less, what's the big deal. "Falling behind" as compared to what?