Jake’s convinced he’s smarter than me. (He literally just read this first line over my shoulder and said, “Well that’s true.”) Which shouldn’t be surprising given 1. I’m pretty sure he’s the original Boss Baby and 2. He’s a twelve-year-old boy. The thing he texts me most is some kind of Beautiful Mind giphy signifying “he’s a genius.”
Meanwhile, I’m excited to report the pandemic is finally lifting. It’s particularly anticlimactic given it started so abruptly and is ending in dribs and drabs. Fingers crossed, this will be my last blog with a numbered Coronavirus title.
It started with a mask-free baseball playoff game.
Then it was Trader Joe’s. Arlene came to visit and I thought we’d hit the TJ outdoor waiting line jackpot. I was so disoriented when the gal at the front door said the line was a thing of the past and we were back to the crowded aisles of yore. Really? I’m not prepared.
I noticed the Whole Paycheck stopped disinfecting their carts. But they still made me bag my own groceries if I wanted to use reusable bags. Every week has been a reenactment of that Supermarket Sweep show that I’m not old enough to have watched. So many scientific studies on the dangers of Coronavirus outbreaks via earth-friendly totes.
We even had our first indoor meal at the Thai place downtown to celebrate James’ birthday.
Then yesterday there was an actual bag boy, bag man (?) at the grocery store who loaded up my groceries in my personal bags. And there it is. The final unquestionable truth that the pandemic is finally over. At least for us.
And Jacob pipes-up in his infinite wisdom, “Mom, the pandemic isn’t over. Lockdown is over.”
Touché Genius. Touché.