quarantine chronicles, week 10

the brain distraction continued all week, with debates about the house raging in our heads and hearts, while examining our finances and priorities and plans for the future. it felt like a long week. we had so few people to talk about it with, and didn't dare mention it to the kids. it was a weird week.

but in staple-family-world, everything was great!
i started to panic garden and repair every tiny little broken thing we've been ignoring for years, while meditating on the should we/shouldn't we question. meanwhile, the kids set up a pretty legit coffee cart on the driveway and sold me coffee and breakfast sandwiches. the caffeine was useful.


saturday was piano recital day and the performances were pre-recorded and everyone watched from home during a designated watch party time. the kids were just wonderful



when the week days came, we took our usual monday morning hike to magnolia ridge county park, which was beautiful. no morels, but for the first time we brought friends and it really brought me joy.



david made a pretty killer chicken pot pie for dinner


the slow business re-opening began, and some would argue it was too much too fast, and other would argue it isn't nearly fast enough. i'm more on the cautious side, but not SO cautious that i didn't absolutely rejoice at the reappearance of my favorite lunch time food cart on library mall. this giant vegetable and peanut sauce packet wrapped in rice paper is my favorite work lunch, and for $3.50, it cannot be beat. welcome back, giant spring roll. i was more than happy to don my mask, pre-pay my order, and keep my distance to get this thing.

at home, the kids experimented with sound waves by making a tin can telephone,


and i binge listened to an amazing podcast about how the CIA probably wrote or promoted the scorpions song "wind of change" [i seriously loved that song in middle school] to bring an end to the cold war, while painting the interior of the garage to hide all the spray paint the kids had sprayed in there...

sometime during that week (was it the painting? the thinking? the talking? the house work?) we decided we would take the leap, and on friday night we made an offer to buy the other house. wind of change, indeed.