Coronavirus Day 48 — Thrill
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.
Category: No It All
Coronavirus Day 47 — Salad & Soda
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…
Coronavirus Day 42 — Camp
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…
Coronavirus Day 41 — Survey
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…
Coronavirus Day 38 — Monopoly
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…
Coronavirus Day 34 — Football
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…
Coronavirus Day 32 — Nate’s Knees
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…
Coronavirus Day 31 — Month 1
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. …
Coronavirus Day 29 — Food Fighters
When Jacob was little and lacked enough money and lost teeth to afford Pokémon cards, he started making his own. We have little tiny bits of paper everywhere of imaginative Pokémon cards with 1,000,000,000,000,000 health. I love them. At some point last year Jake offhandedly comments to me, “Mom, I’ve…
Coronavirus Day 28 — Easter Sunday
It was about 1:30PM yesterday when the Easter Bunny remembered that today is Easter Sunday. I guess he’d just been lounging around watering his orchids and updating contractual term sheets or something. He made a quick call to the local chocolatier as he’s very committed to supporting small businesses. They had a…
Coronavirus Day 47 — Salad & Soda
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…
Coronavirus Day 42 — Camp
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…
Coronavirus Day 41 — Survey
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…
Coronavirus Day 38 — Monopoly
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…
Coronavirus Day 34 — Football
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…
Coronavirus Day 32 — Nate’s Knees
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…
Coronavirus Day 31 — Month 1
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. …
Coronavirus Day 29 — Food Fighters
When Jacob was little and lacked enough money and lost teeth to afford Pokémon cards, he started making his own. We have little tiny bits of paper everywhere of imaginative Pokémon cards with 1,000,000,000,000,000 health. I love them. At some point last year Jake offhandedly comments to me, “Mom, I’ve…
Coronavirus Day 28 — Easter Sunday
It was about 1:30PM yesterday when the Easter Bunny remembered that today is Easter Sunday. I guess he’d just been lounging around watering his orchids and updating contractual term sheets or something. He made a quick call to the local chocolatier as he’s very committed to supporting small businesses. They had a…