Was that Saturday? Time has become a little elastic. We took a break from all academics and work conference calls. Michelle might have snuck a few emails in, I can’t watch her 24/7. We needed it. The last week almost broke all of us. I believe it will get better. Humans are remarkably resilient but no amount of hot glue, glitter, or Netflix was going to help last week. As a person that really likes routines and daily goals, I had to get very comfortable that things were just not going to get done.
I will say I am happy that the girls get to see Michelle up close and personal at work. At this point, they are used to me working from home and I don’t really do much except push pixels around and occasionally raise my voice to developers that stray out of their lane and think they are designers. Michelle is way more important and I think it’s good for them to see her in this other role.
Kids are always watching and we should let them see us work, to show them what it takes to thrive in this world. We should want them to see us on the phone, sleeves pushed up, (virtually) surrounded by people who respect and depend on us. They see us at our private worst, they should also get to see us at our public best.
Just make sure you know how to work the mute button.
Woke up to this note and the realization it could be hours, maybe days, before we saw Michelle again.
Couch viewing was Liv & Maddie which we find (slightly) more tolerable than Fuller House or some of the other modern live action shows.
No group runs for awhile but we did have a running scavenger hunt. I collected a few town lines.
Meanwhile, at Wegmans, Michelle did score some tushy gold.
And waited in an organized but very long line.
I like that the kids can connect with their friends through technology but fear we might have created a monster with Allison.
We took a break from all school work but they did practice their instruments.
Our neighbor is in an indie band and he put on an exclusive (responsible, socially distanced) concert for the cul-de-sac.
We also learned that Tom Jones and Englebert Humperdinck (still alive) both used to be regular visitors to the cul-de-sac because one the residents drove a limo and they became friendly. This inevitably led to the girls (and Michelle) wondering who exactly we were talking about. Funny what you learn when you have time to talk to your neighbors.
Cecilia definitely inherited my sense of embarrassment. I thought she was going to turn dive under her chair when Michelle started singing along with Dave. She should be thankful her Mom can sing. Go out and stream some ATC songs on Spotify or Apple – support indie artists!
Dash was a little confused about why so many people were walking through his woods.
You know end times are near when I find Michelle quietly reading a book.
Eventually, the batteries in the phones wore out and the girls were forced to play with each other.
No replacement for our Saturday group runs but it was nice to get together with some of my favorite runners for a drink and more than one laugh. Laughing is underrated these days.
I’m not sure if we are ever going to see all the costumes on stage for the recital, but we are getting to see the dances. The girls’ teacher did all the dances and put them online so they can keep practicing.
The girls were still a little hyper after dance class, so we did a [forced march] sunset hike to the top of Noon Hill. Much calmer in the woods in the evening than during the day.
We came back late and tried to order takeout only to find the restaurant closed. Probably won’t be the last time that happens.
Stay safe. Stay human. Remember, as Allison says, “Love isn’t cancelled.”