Quarantine: Mon. 6/15 - Wed. 6/17
The days keep going. How much longer should I label my blog posts "quarantine"? It feels like a weird blend of lockdown and real life now, even though we're still operating in our house as though the lockdown is total. I know things are opening up--in Maplewood, there's outdoor dining options now and stores are opening up--but I'm not ready to emerge yet. We're doing just fine here at home.
We took a day trip into Westchester on Monday and--gasp--left Farrah at home by herself for the first time since mid-March. I was so worried. But we had a high school girl come over twice to walk and play with her, and Farrah seems to have survived. She literally hadn't been without us all around her for months.
Yesterday we set up our new inflatable pool. It's going to be fun to have. It's smaller than I'd thought it would be--not as deep as I'd imagined--but it'll do. We set it up on the patio and leveled it with some folded up old yoga mats. The kids played in it all day today, even though the water's still pretty chilly. They have some floats and some toys. Our town pool, it turns out, WILL open, but with limited slots available each day, and I'm afraid I'm not up for frantically trying to grab a slot each day. It's hard enough getting an Instacart delivery. This year, an inflatable pool will have to do. We're doing the best we can.
In today's edition of Adulting Is Awesome, our fridge broke yesterday. It's running, but it's not cold. We realized something was wrong when the kids went to get an ice pop and they were liquid. Fortunately, the vast quantity of meat in the freezer was still frozen solid, and we were able to transfer everything to the freezer in the basement. So we didn't lose any of our precious stores. What a pain it was, carrying an entire fridge and freezer's worth of food to the basement at 11pm. A repair person is coming tomorrow.
But wow, that was a moment last night, wrangling an inflatable pool into submission on the patio and trying to assemble the hundred parts of the filter and then having to deal with the broken fridge. A poignant tableau of all that is grotesque and absurd about both suburbia and middle age and this particular very weird year. A THOUSAND SIGHS.
Better is the excitement of the girls tonight when we told them they could have a sleepover in Lucia's room. They're setting up all their Lego figures on little Lego beds as I type this. They're both sleeping on Lucia's floor. Feels like summer.
What we're reading:
Margo: Meadowlark by Melanie Abrams
Andrew: The Whiskey Rebellion
Greta: School for Good and Evil #5 (she just finished #4 this afternoon)
Lucia: School for Good and Evil #1-6 (she finished #6 and is now just rereading random pages from all the books; she loves this series so much. She's like me when I finish a really spectacular book--hard to transition right away into some thing new. Just want to stay in that world.)
Read aloud: Harry Potter #5
We took a day trip into Westchester on Monday and--gasp--left Farrah at home by herself for the first time since mid-March. I was so worried. But we had a high school girl come over twice to walk and play with her, and Farrah seems to have survived. She literally hadn't been without us all around her for months.
Yesterday we set up our new inflatable pool. It's going to be fun to have. It's smaller than I'd thought it would be--not as deep as I'd imagined--but it'll do. We set it up on the patio and leveled it with some folded up old yoga mats. The kids played in it all day today, even though the water's still pretty chilly. They have some floats and some toys. Our town pool, it turns out, WILL open, but with limited slots available each day, and I'm afraid I'm not up for frantically trying to grab a slot each day. It's hard enough getting an Instacart delivery. This year, an inflatable pool will have to do. We're doing the best we can.
In today's edition of Adulting Is Awesome, our fridge broke yesterday. It's running, but it's not cold. We realized something was wrong when the kids went to get an ice pop and they were liquid. Fortunately, the vast quantity of meat in the freezer was still frozen solid, and we were able to transfer everything to the freezer in the basement. So we didn't lose any of our precious stores. What a pain it was, carrying an entire fridge and freezer's worth of food to the basement at 11pm. A repair person is coming tomorrow.
But wow, that was a moment last night, wrangling an inflatable pool into submission on the patio and trying to assemble the hundred parts of the filter and then having to deal with the broken fridge. A poignant tableau of all that is grotesque and absurd about both suburbia and middle age and this particular very weird year. A THOUSAND SIGHS.
Better is the excitement of the girls tonight when we told them they could have a sleepover in Lucia's room. They're setting up all their Lego figures on little Lego beds as I type this. They're both sleeping on Lucia's floor. Feels like summer.
What we're reading:
Margo: Meadowlark by Melanie Abrams
Andrew: The Whiskey Rebellion
Greta: School for Good and Evil #5 (she just finished #4 this afternoon)
Lucia: School for Good and Evil #1-6 (she finished #6 and is now just rereading random pages from all the books; she loves this series so much. She's like me when I finish a really spectacular book--hard to transition right away into some thing new. Just want to stay in that world.)
Read aloud: Harry Potter #5
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