Quarantine: Sun. 4/26
My mood has been closely tied to the weather in these quarantine days. Sunny days are bearable. Things seem okay. There are bright spots etc etc. On rainy, gloomy, dark days like today, however, bleakness permeates. There was no letup. Today featured rain and chill from morning to night, and I found myself sobbing over our delivered hoagies from Wawa, because we have NEVER eaten Wawa hoagies at our kitchen table; we always eat them in the car, balanced on our laps, as we drive to either New Hampshire or Connellsville, both places I would very very much like to go.
We worked on a puzzle today, a new one made up of different Hostess snack cakes. Like the flower puzzle from last week, there was one single missing piece to this one. Is Farrah sneaking off with these pieces? Are these manufacturing errors? Two brand-new puzzles in a row. It's a mystery.
And I just can't help but see these single missing pieces as symbolic of these dark times--these things we're missing in our lives HA HA HA HA HA HA. Bet you thought I was about to spin off into a melancholy, overwrought metaphor! You were so, so wrong.
I'm pretty sure Farrah has surreptitiously eaten these pieces. Last week we watched her jump up to the table, tilt her head, and stretch her tongue way out onto the table until a puzzle piece stuck to it. We saved that one, but there could very well have been one we didn't save.
The girls played with Legos in the basement for the rest of the day. They filled the laundry sink with water and were playing with their Lego girls in that. There was also a long spell of them sitting at the table reading their School for Good and Evil books.
Andrew and I went out in the rain toargue about discuss where and how to situate our inflatable pool this summer. I'd come up with a plan to build a kind of platform out of wooden shipping pallets, because our yard is in no way level, but in the end we decided to just put the pool on the patio, which is already a hard, mostly flat surface. Putting it here will protect our already-grass-challenged yard from losing a giant circle of grass. This is a very temporary pool. No need to make it more complicated than it has to be.
Tonight we watched Harry and the Hendersons. We didn't have dinner, because it wasn't a cooking-dinner kind of day. Cheese, crackers, blueberries, hummus, chips, and pretzels were dinner enough today.
We worked on a puzzle today, a new one made up of different Hostess snack cakes. Like the flower puzzle from last week, there was one single missing piece to this one. Is Farrah sneaking off with these pieces? Are these manufacturing errors? Two brand-new puzzles in a row. It's a mystery.
And I just can't help but see these single missing pieces as symbolic of these dark times--these things we're missing in our lives HA HA HA HA HA HA. Bet you thought I was about to spin off into a melancholy, overwrought metaphor! You were so, so wrong.
I'm pretty sure Farrah has surreptitiously eaten these pieces. Last week we watched her jump up to the table, tilt her head, and stretch her tongue way out onto the table until a puzzle piece stuck to it. We saved that one, but there could very well have been one we didn't save.
The girls played with Legos in the basement for the rest of the day. They filled the laundry sink with water and were playing with their Lego girls in that. There was also a long spell of them sitting at the table reading their School for Good and Evil books.
Andrew and I went out in the rain to
Tonight we watched Harry and the Hendersons. We didn't have dinner, because it wasn't a cooking-dinner kind of day. Cheese, crackers, blueberries, hummus, chips, and pretzels were dinner enough today.
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