Becalmed seas. No wind. Dead sails. Dry air.
That's what it feels like these days.
I hear bars and restaurants are open again (outdoor only) in LA. That sounds nice.
We are not changing our habits now. We have treated this covid lifestyle mostly the same since last March. We did do a lot more park action with Harper's friends from school last summer and into the fall, but then we pulled back as numbers started going up again. We were probably fine at the park, but why take a chance.
As mentioned last week, we bought plane tickets to Maui in July. That made me feel really good. Something really positive to look forward to and plan for. And so I made a big long list of things to do (lei making lessons, surf lessons, art camp, etc). And now we wait.
Six months of dead sails.
At Seabury Hall, my high school which I loved, I would get third quarter blues. Sometime in February when it was more than halfway through the school year, but not close enough to summer to get excited about school being done, I would get the third quarter blues. It was just a slog. Every day felt 48 hours long.
This is a slog. We have it very comfortable and it is a slog.
I'm tired of this house, of my roommates, of this neighborhood, this city. I want to rearrange all the furniture. Change all the rooms out - make the dining room the office, make the office the living room. Make the living room the bedrooms. Make the bedrooms the dining room. SOMETHING. SOMETHING TO MAKE IT DIFFERENT.
It was a quiet week of the normal routine.
Found this tiny apple on my walk.
It was pretty chilly one day so we all snuggled in bed after school.
It rained on Thursday night and Friday morning. That was interesting. Then it stopped and got sunny again.
That was the week.
So many more weeks to go.