Quarantine: Mon. 3/30
We didn't do any homeschool today. I've been very confused about the first two days of this week, whether they were days off or part of the first two weeks' work, and I think we WERE supposed to be doing stuff today, but alas, we did not. It's fine. Both girls are finished with their assigned work, and they had a busy day: they caught up on four episodes of Mo Willems's Lunch Doodles, played with their LOL house, sewed dresses for their dolls, had a Zoom check-in with their sewing instructor, went for a bike ride, did typing and math facts practice, practiced piano, and read. I made another banana cake. We didn't even have time for a Little House tonight.
Andrew's looking at real estate in far-flung places (ie rural, FAR FROM THE NYC METRO AREA). Our conversations are wild and life-upending. Could this quarantine be what pushes us to make big changes, structural changes, to our life? Maybe we'll just disappear in the dark of night and no one will be the wiser (except, I guess, a realtor?). We're already homeschooling, Andrew's already working from home, we go days without showing our faces to anyone else...who would know? At this point I'm agitating for a mobile home in rural PA, bought sight unseen and fled to, while Andrew's talking up an 85-acre property with a pool in middle-of-nowhere Vermont. Oh, marriage. Thirteen and a half years in and we STILL have totally different images of what a wild escape looks like. My version is a little more desperate, a little darker, maybe involving new names and invented backstories. His involves--I don't know--a sailboat?
DON'T WORRY: we're not actually doing this*. Just giving you the flavor of the conversations that happen when we're together every waking second. It's a riot! A nonstop riot!
*yet
Andrew's looking at real estate in far-flung places (ie rural, FAR FROM THE NYC METRO AREA). Our conversations are wild and life-upending. Could this quarantine be what pushes us to make big changes, structural changes, to our life? Maybe we'll just disappear in the dark of night and no one will be the wiser (except, I guess, a realtor?). We're already homeschooling, Andrew's already working from home, we go days without showing our faces to anyone else...who would know? At this point I'm agitating for a mobile home in rural PA, bought sight unseen and fled to, while Andrew's talking up an 85-acre property with a pool in middle-of-nowhere Vermont. Oh, marriage. Thirteen and a half years in and we STILL have totally different images of what a wild escape looks like. My version is a little more desperate, a little darker, maybe involving new names and invented backstories. His involves--I don't know--a sailboat?
DON'T WORRY: we're not actually doing this*. Just giving you the flavor of the conversations that happen when we're together every waking second. It's a riot! A nonstop riot!
*yet
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