Did you ever go body surfing as a kid and get caught up in the wash of a big wave? It pushed you down and spun you around and just when you came up for a breath, you were pushed down again? Waves are like that. You think, "oh another wave must have broken over me while I was under." But then you come up to realize wave number two is not here. You are still thrashing about in the first wave.
Yeah. It's still the first wave of the pandemic, no matter how much everyone wants it to be the only wave or the second wave. I guess if you are hoping it is the second wave, that means we are closer to being done with this whole thing. Not even close. Still in the first wave. It sucks. No two ways around it. Ashley sums it up nicely here:
I am not ready to head on out there and relax. As of this week, California infection rates are still climbing. New cases are increasing. Orange County said: Okay cool, no more masks for us. Whatevs. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We are still staying home, we are wearing masks if/when we go out, which is rare, we make sure to social distance and wash hands and sanitize well. When I drive around to do an errand, I see people out, no masks, enjoying their time in restaurants. Okay fine. Everyone gets to do what they like, but Covid-19 is not gone. It's not going to be gone for a long time. Until there is a vaccine or at least a solid treatment, I'm not going to change much of my / our behavior. And it's hard. I want to go out. I want to do all the fun things. But it's not time yet. Patience is my keyword.
Last week was Harper's last week of school, last week of 2nd grade. She's a 3rd grader now! Amazing.
We didn't do a lot, kept things pretty low key as you do in a pandemic. Her big surprise was this funny little drum kit. She said she wanted to learn how to play drums this summer so we got her a kid's size version. Now to find some online lessons. I borrowed an ukulele and I'm going to do some learning/practicing myself.
She liked it! And she was pleased. Goes in and bangs around from time to time. It's only been three days, but I hope she keeps it up for a while. She also said she wants to learn to play guitar but we said she had to do drums first for a while. Fingers crossed.
Earlier in the week we went to a friends house for a social distance swim. After her school work was done on Tuesday, we headed out in the 90 degree heat to splash around in a proper pool. It was perfect for Harper, she got lots of jumping in and diving for toys. Our very kind friend said we could come any time.
I always ask her to draw a picture or write a letter before she plays minecraft or similar. I enjoy the toebeans on this one:
Thursday we went to pick up all her school things that were in the classroom. They had timed sessions for each grade at a table at the school gate. It was nice to say hi/bye to her teacher. I cried, but with a mask and sunglasses, no one could see. I just got really teary about the end of the year and that it's been such a weird f*cking year. There are a lot of feelings bubbling around.
Once we got home, Harper went through the whole pile and told us all about everything. I had to excuse myself after about half an hour as she was only about 1/4 way through it...! But it was fun to see her so excited about the old work.
I found some old pics from the late 90's.
I also spent a few minutes trying to wrap my head around the upcoming summer. Drums, ukulele, bike riding, virtual 1 mile Harry Potter run, a camping trip, a visit to a friend in Ojai to have a long walk.
It's been filled in more. And will continue to be filled in more. I forgot about virtual minecraft camp...
Cooking got back to some basics, though there was a little baking as our neighbor dropped off two baskets of gorgeous strawberries and I happened to have some whipped cream left. So I made strawberry shortcake. It was yummy. We also had some trout one night with fresh herbs. (not pictured)
(Harper opts for PJs a lot these days.)
Another night we had sushi that I made. I had run out of the nori and sushi rice a while back so had some delivered. The sushi roller is not ideal, but hey, it worked well enough and bingo - sushi!
And then there were the cats. Mr. Biscuit seems to be getting larger. More stretched out anyway.
Can't pass up a good box.
Willoughby and I had an adventure. Well. Willoughby had an adventure and I bore the brunt of it.
We have a large mantel over our fireplace with pictures in frames and small vases, etc. Willoughby likes to get up there and walk around which I discourage as I don't want her knocking stuff over or giving Biscuit ideas. The other night Kurt and I were on the couch, Kurt closer to the fireplace. Willoughby leaps up from the couch and as I'm clocking her jump up there, ready to stand up and take her down, she knocks a picture frame over, which scares the bejeesus out of her. Instead of jumping straight down to the floor, she launches herself like a rocket across the room to the far end of the couch where I'm sitting, and landed with all claws out on my legs/ankles. This all happened in about three seconds. Kurt was surprised when I revealed my wounds. There are a couple more scratches around the other side. OMG. I doused the wounds with alcohol then put antibiotic ointment on them and bandaged them up for the night. SHEESH. (Pics are from the next morning.)
This very morning I harvested the chubby carrots I planted about three months ago. All I can say is: Hmmmm. I believe my problem is the soil is way too compact. They taste like carrots, but not a whole lot of flavor. Maybe the raccoons will want them.
My treat for the day was to find this GIANT gardenia bush growing on a block I've never walked down before. I kept the sidewalk in for scale. I acquired two of the blossoms. One for me and one for Harper as I have taught her the critical life skill of putting beautiful smelling flowers by your bed.
I'll keep smelling the flowers through my mask.