Today was just another Wednesday under SIP. On Monday night, as a special anniversary dinner, we made a beautiful piece of halibut with mango salsa and chocolate lava cakes. The salsa was one of my go-to recipes in high school. Then last night for cinco de mayo, James recreated our favorite dish…
Monday was our 18th wedding anniversary. And Star Wars Day– May the fourth be with you. And Day 50 of the lockdown life. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was rooting around under the vanity in the barn and found a brand-new, unopened package of toilet paper. It was a small thrill. So weird.
It’s Day 47 on house arrest and somehow this is the fastest week I’ve lived in years. I had a couple of crazy good laughs over the last few days. My favorites were the article I read about creative face masks. I can’t stop giggling when I think about the…
On Thursday morning James packed-up the back of the truck with the big aluminum horse trough (aka the cowboy bathtub), a bunch of gear, and the young’uns for two nights at Schilling Ranch. The Ranch is just over 200 acres of oak-studded hills, happy cows, and views of half dome…
Earlier this week, our neighbor Lea sent me a survey via text message. She has a master’s degree in public health from Yale and teaches classes titled No Drama Discipline, The Adolescent Brain and other intimidating titles. We’re still paying penance for the great chicken incident of 2019 so I…
On Tuesday of this week, we picked-up Chinese food and broke quarantine for a rare evening with Papa and Uncle B in Los Osos. Jacob was hell-bent on a lively game of Fucillo Family Monopoly. Now I’m fairly certain I haven’t played Jake in Monopoly since he was six. All…
I’ve never been much of a sports watcher. I’ve always liked playing ’em but watching ’em? Not so much. Until we watched a Netflix show on Manchester City. And now I really look forward to their Saturday and Wednesday Premier League games. This afternoon we picked-up sandwiches from Lincoln deli…
We’re fortunate we get to eat a lot of meals together these days. Three squares really. I’m pretty sure Nate is skinny not so much because of all his running, but more because during mealtimes is when he’s running… his mouth. He’s a boy of few words, except when it’s lunch…
This week marks one full month from that dreaded Friday the 13th when an email from the school Superintendant, Dr. Prater, made this whole thing real. Now I look fondly upon that naive me that couldn’t imagine how we’d survive three weeks without school. And had never heard of Dr. Prater. …