Day 92 in 2020 (isolation day 18)

Calvin and I ran a couple of errands this afternoon. Not the kind of errands that take you inside, but dropping things off at people's houses (some books to borrow, milk bottles—hey! We started our milk delivery again, and it turns out...I've missed it!), and while we were out we decided to get Gimli some exercise at a favorite hiking spot. Gimli is a high energy dog. He needs something more than the several-times-a-day-through-the-neighborhood walk. Before the sky fell down he was used to twice weekly nature hikes and at least twice weekly walks through town or new areas. And at the beginning of our current American Tragedy, I stuck to this schedule pretty well, but lately I've pulled into trail parking lots I was used to finding empty only to compete with umpteen other cars for a spot. The first time it happened we still went for our walk. That time the whole family was with me, and we spent most of our time dodging close encounters of the possibly virus kind. I felt like the proverbial cantankerous oldster only instead of "get off my lawn!" I was singing a chorus of "get out of my park" throughout the entire hike. 

Certainly it's wonderful that so many people are now able to take, and are interested in taking, advantage of our local nature spots. Certainly. Still, I can't help but feel that these spots weren't meant to handle quite so much foot traffic in any given day, and, certainly, they weren't created with the need to allow for appropriate social, or physical, pandemic distancing in mind. 

Today Calvin, Gimli, and I pulled into a supposedly less popular, less travelled, much smaller park only to find six other cars there. With mask recommendations from the CDC on the immediate horizon but no masks in the car, we decided to forgo the crowded hike and return home for some fetch in the backyard instead. The silver lining was finding our neighbors outside, or hanging out their windows, looking for some company. At a distance.

Day 90 in 2020 (day 14 of isolation)

That's two full weeks of isolation, though now I realize my math is off because it was actually two weeks as of Saturday. But who's counting?

Today begins our school district's scheduled spring break, which even for Calvin means a significantly lightened work load. We'll be spending the week practicing geography drawings, taking daily art classes live online, practicing dance to the videos sent by his teachers, and attending virtual choir. In all the extra free time there will be some reading, some getting outside with the dog, and some playing Animal Crossing. It's a week for being gentle with ourselves. 

Pictured here—sitting down to our live art class online only to be interrupted. Can't blame this on the pandemic, this is what homeschooling parents face on a regular basis.

Day 89 in 2020 (isolation day 14)

A normal Sunday in our house for the most part, excepting, of course, all the remote lessons—Calvin's bassoon lesson and Jon teaching three piano lessons. I've never had so many people "in" our house before, and certain areas are being kept more consistently neat and dusted than ever (but only the areas that make it into the background of the videos).

Day 88 in 2020 (isolation day 13)

Thirteen days of isolation and we're spending our Saturday cleaning out and organizing the office. And Calvin willingly spent the afternoon shredding a huge box of personal paperwork that's been sitting in our basement for a couple of years now. We cleaned out the basement last weekend. 

We had our first thunderstorm of the year in the wee hours this morning. It sent the dog into bed with us and stole an hour of my sleep while I couldn't convince my brain that the sump pump wouldn't quit on us in our times of trial and require us to call strangers in to fix it, possibly infecting our home and loved ones. Early hours anxiety is not normal anxiety, it's a monster. But one of my favorite sounds is rain on the roof and rolling thunder. 

And ultimately we had a really delightful day. We slept in a little in the rain, breakfasted on farm fresh eggs, then put dinner in the slow cooker together before tackling our black hole of an office/storage room (I can't really call it the office anymore now that Jon has made the less cluttered guest room into his home office for the time being). Be bathed the dog, Calvin shredded, I inventoried our pantry, we had a great happy hour chat with family, and we finished with a lot of video games and the dinner we'd started after breakfast.

As much as we all miss friends and activities, I am so pleased to find this joy in my family.

Day 87 in 2020 (isolation day 12)

Spring rain, spring peepers, spring flowers...these are a few of our favorite things these days.

We won't know for a few weeks if, or how well, this isolation has worked to flatten the curve and save lives, but we are keeping our hopes up, and our bodies at home. Our minds and hearts, however, are all over the place. Calvin spent over four hours on a video chat with homeschooling friends this afternoon. Gimli and I did venture out, but only to a nearby metro park with ten foot wide paved trails where social distancing was easily achieved. That's where we found our spring peepers, and Gimli found lots of squirrels. And we enjoyed our weekly Friday beer date with family through computers.