The protests against police brutality continue, though with a bit less rioting and looting. People are focused and it's incredible and inspiring. Might change actually come? If I were a praying person, I would pray, but I'm not so I'll donate and learn and listen and write postcards and do text-banking. I'm usually an optimist so I say this with a smile: we better not fuck it up.
"Despair" and "hopelessness" come up as antonyms for "anticipation."
Feels about right.
Normally we have something planned. Something big-ish, a road trip, a visit from my mom, a visit to my mom, even just plain old day camp. But there is nothing. Just a big vague grey mass of who knows what. It's frustrating. It's not my style. I HATE IT.
There is one more week of school. One week for us to organize the time off from school. There is plenty to do - arts and crafts, social distance swimming in a friend's pool, one actual online camp I signed Harper up for - minecraft gaming camp. (I chose the short week before 4th of July in case she doesn't like it...) I want to rearrange the office that Harper and I share to be more efficient. (I bet you $100 that there won't be IRL* school in the fall.) I want our deck to be more livable during summer. Easier to eat and even have social distant people over. We bought misters one summer, need some of those. We might go camping. We are not campers. I know there are private camp grounds we could go to that are not terribly big to keep away from crowds. I'm going to extricate myself from Facebook products. I already let go of Whatsapp and will probably let go FB this month and then lastly instagram. I might just let that fall fallow. I'll go back to good old fashioned twitter.
We planted our victory garden in March and April. We've been benefiting from the pole beans at least twice a week.
Harper loves apples and she planted one of the seeds. I was sure nothing would happen but I was so wrong. Our little Apple (a link to a much funner spring in 2017) grew an apple!
We have this running joke with friends about "Pandemic Panic Purchases." These are things that you might have bought in early pandemic panic mode (but not including toilet paper as that was too obvious). Or things you bought as the realness of how the virus will change our lives forever settled in, the things you bought with a long opposite-of-anticipation future ahead of you. In the early days, I bought 4 giant bags of potting soil. I've used 1/4 of one so far. A few weeks ago I got a coupon for a wine delivery service. It was a good deal! I ordered it a while back - there were delays - and it showed up just as I decided to stop drinking for a while. (I wasn't over doing, just didn't have a real reason to have two glasses of wine every night.) (Or wait, is that considered overdoing it? Hmmm...)
Luckily wine keeps.
The cats are ever busy. Willoughby has been way more affectionate and cute. Mr. Biscuit is just a Superior Biscuit.
I decided to try soda bread again - I had buttermilk on the verge of expiration and I wanted some lovely toast. I didn't overwork it and I didn't bake it too long. Alas, I erred on the side of not baking it long enough and it was underbaked inside and therefore inedible. I did manage some lovely bites of the crust, but most went in the trash. Baking is a challenge!
Harper loves her post it notes. She also loves to tell me things I might not notice if I'm on the phone or busy working on the computer.
I got a wild hair and needed to make a gin and lime cake similar to one I had in England at Ickworth Manor in 2018. I wrote to the National Trust and they sent me the recipe! If I had only bothered to explore their website more I could have found it there myself.......!!! But here it is. It fell a bit in the oven. But it tastes good! I gave half to our friends down the street as I have no business baking a whole cake for the three of us, especially when two of us don't love lime flavored cakes.
Friday June 5th was National Donut Day. (As well as the birthday of an old friend - Happy Day!) We grabbed our masks and popped over to the local donut shop and luckily it was empty. We had our fill. (Harper likes blue, in case you weren't sure what her favorite color was.)
This coming week is the last week of school. So I asked Harper to draw up a thank you picture and we sent digital thank you cards/gifts to her two teachers. I promised them she would work on her spelling. Rainbows are nice.
I can't wait to have wonderful things to look forward to again. I know it will come.
*IRL = "in real life"