wild*life

A day or so ago, the Tooth Fairy finally showed-up and emptied the little kitchen glass where Jake’s never-ending tooth torrent temporarily tarries until she has time.  We’re pretty sure she must have either had COVID, or has been in quarantine, as two teeth sat on the windowsill for close to two weeks.

Jacob lost a tooth the night before we left for Yosemite, leaving a snowball-sized gap on one side up top.  She left him $5, which either shows a high rate of inflation, or that she’s so engaged in her work that she never leaves Tooth Mountain for cash.

Jacob lost another tooth today– for the love of miniature fairies.  I know it’s rare, but so sad that she has to quarantine AGAIN.  The perils of international travel.

On Friday I take the boys for shots.  The sharp kind, not the fun kind.

It’s been so long that no one remembers what to expect.  Apparently it’s been eons since those needles were put into the little dough-balls we called thighs.  At lunchtime James admonishes me for trying to prep the boys by mentioning it the day before.  Apparently it created a lot of visible Nate anxiety.

We arrive and there are some new COVID protocols, but honestly, I prefer waiting outside in the sun versus in the germy little kid waiting room.  Nate’s scheduled for one flu shot, and Jake’s scheduled for… wait for it… four.  Unfortunately there is a buffet of middle school shots I seem to have blocked out from my sixth grade memory bank.

Nate goes first.  The nurse tells him to count Orcas on the aquarium wallpaper border and “What?  You’re done?”  Nate hardly even notices.

Jake’s up.  He has to have two shots in each arm.  He powers through with nary a peep.  The nurse is sincerely impressed.  The warriors leave with their various multi-colored cartoon bandaids.

I work for the rest of the afternoon and when I come in at the end of the day, Jake has set himself up on the couch with a blanket and a movie.  He’s not feeling great.  I’m struck by his independent, self-soothing set-up.  We feed him his fave spaghetti for dinner.  Jake’s a T-Rex.  He can no longer extend his arms.  The soreness has really set in.  Before bed he confesses he’s lost half his dinner to the porcelain gods.  Poor kid doesn’t have a fever but the shots send him willingly to bed.

Saturday morning they both wake-up almost good as new, and vaccinated for almost all things except the one thing we all really care about… the Corona.  Nate shows me evidence embedded in the little crease of one of his fingers where it appears he has a permanent graphite tattoo and declares, “I’ve poked myself harder with a pencil!”

I don’t doubt it.

The monotony of the lockdown life…

I find myself waking-up again.  Making coffee again.  Time to set the table again.  Time for bed again.

Mostly I find myself standing in front of the pantry cupboard, staring at the same shelves.  The same snacks.  I say, “I’m ready for this pandemic to be over.”

And James says, “You always say that.”

And I say, “Well I’m always thinking it.”

Early in the pandemic I was a Bob Jones Trail die hard.  James was home and so I’d submit a request for leave and hit the trail as often as I could.  But these days I’m only free in the early evening and so the next best thing is what I call “The Loop.”  It’s basically about a 45 minute circle from our house up the mountain, down the mountain, and up the mountain.  It’s peaceful to then cool down on Treehouse Bench.

I was noticing a lot of trash of late and so last week I talked James into doing The Loop with me while I also used my handy dandy trash grabber for some local community service.  I got the blue doctor’s glove and the thing that looked like Quip toothbrush packaging and at least one beer bottle.  Down along the canyon I went to get a plastic bottle full of discolored water and James yells at me, “Don’t get that!  It’s a bottle full of pee.”  And naive me is like, “Naaaani?  Nah.”  (OK, I didn’t speak Japanese.  But I totally should have.)

And then he gives me the backstory on how bottles such as this come to be and are flung out of people’s pickup truck windows.  I added that pickup truck part which I’m sure is a veritable stereotype but based on the forensic evidence, this bottle is totally from a pickup.  I use my grabber to put it in the bag as I do NOT plan to walk past it now every day and have to look at it, and am glad for this life lesson given I might have emptied it in order to recycle the bottle.

A few nights ago I’m enjoying a golden, sparkling wine beverage and Jake is like, “How can you drink that?  You won’t even drink water out of yellow glasses!”  Then he gets a huge case of the giggles at his own wit.

He’s right.  At some point I proclaimed I will not drink anything from our yellow glasses.  And now….  yellow water bottles.

We’re deep into season three of Cobra Kai and are loving every karate minute.  Except yesterday when there was an exceptionally brutal scene of a cruel Cobra kid named Hawk breaking Dimitri’s arm.  Jacob was profoundly disturbed by the violence and stomped off close to tears.  I’m grateful he could appreciate how wrong it was, and that he rejoined us for two more episodes tonight.

We love to soak up all things Japanese, not just sushi and fancy denim.  It reminded me of a story from maybe two years ago.  Jake is in the kitchen and he keeps answering anything I say with “Nani?”  Said in a really yoda-esque, cartoony kind of voice.  And I’m like, “Stop with the naaaani!  What does that even mean?”  And he claims it’s Japanese for “Whaaaat?”  And I’m totally like, “Yeah right.”  And then he says, “Omae wa mou shindeiru.  Naaaaani?”  And of course I google this and it means, “You are already dead.  Whaaaat?”  And Jake is right.  Again.

A few weeks back, we were headed to our cars after one of our last evening soccer games before Thanksgiving when Cal Poly sent all the kids home and locked-up the fields.  Little Jackson jumps into the bed of his dad’s truck and like a cool-haired little werewolf, under the light of the moon, howls, “Naaaani?”  And I howl back with my most perfect anime accent, “Omae wa mou shindeiruuuuu!”

Which is not really the best thing to be yelling during a pandemic but…. the look on his face?  Priceless.