We’ve passed the two year pandemic milestone and well, it’s finally scaled the cliffs of Squire Canyon, creeped across the dusty drive, slithered over the turf lawn, and climbed right up Jacob’s nose. On the morning of Friday, June third, both boys tested positive. With exactly five days left in the school year before they were to be released into the full time outdoors of summer camp. Given the state of our life, I’m not sure how I didn’t see this coming…
I just brought James home from his surgery on Wednesday. Poor guy took one brief glance around and moved back to the internet-less orange house with our “on their last legs” possessions. This weekend we’ve had some front porch visits through the living room window screen and on the outside benches surrounding our suspicious front patio sink hole. On Friday night he ordered Thai food delivery and then left some for us on the prison stoop.
We’re jailed in the quarantine barn. I tested negative on Friday so we’ve been wearing our masks all day while the boys just bounce around from one game to the next. Jake had some sniffles and an on-and-off stomach ache. Nate had a stuffy nose. Fortunately they are perfectly fine as evidenced by their mooning and twerking in front of the windows after I sent them outside and locked them out. They thought it was great fun to press their faces against the hundreds of windows in this house.
A couple of weeks ago, Jill texts me this great Nico story when he’s home with the ‘rona.
Nico says, “It’s pretty cool having this famous disease in my body. It’s like I’m part of history!”