Every once in a while I cook an elaborate breakfast. Today, it was French toast. With the last loaf of bread, almost no maple syrup, but plenty of cinnamon and a tiny sprinkle of sugar. And some peameal bacon ha.
If you were given the option to pay taxes, would you? Continue reading “About masks: freedom, choice, and hearing loss”
Yesterday I learned a new acronym:
Disclaimer: I’m feeling sorry for myself. Don’t be rude or obnoxious in the comments, I’ll block you. None of my self-absorbedness in this post means I’m not anxious or active in other, more important things going on in my family, community and beyond. This post isn’t a tally of what I do for others; I don’t feel like justifying myself to anyone today. This is my blog and today, this is what flows out of my head and into my keyboard. Sorry not sorry.
Some days I feel like I’m living inside a bubble.
I don’t mean to imply the bubble is an isolated, lonely entity of solitude, because there isn’t much of that despite still staying home most of the time. I just mean the lack of external obligations has me more isolated than usual, and for longer than usual. Continue reading “Living in a bubble”
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My mom sewed us some masks. Continue reading “Home-made, hand-sewn masks”
Last night ended in a relaxing, long bath. Because, yesterday, the whole day was kind of surreal.
Yesterday reminded me mildly of what a standard, routine day used to be like.
I was busy. All day long.
Reason being, I went on a supply run.
Disclaimer: This post deteriorates from anecdotal to ranty. Sorry not sorry.
When I was 18 my dentist said I needed to have my wisdom teeth pulled.
So I went and the orthodontist pulled them.
He sent me home with a script for codeine, and my mom tucked me into bed to sleep it off.
When I woke up, I felt a momentary flash of panic.
So we’re keeping sane being under house arrest. Mostly by doing creative things. Like cooking. And art. And perfecting the art of Call of Duty gaming. (I don’t know…ask a teenager.)
It’s funny, really, I read about lock-downs in many places across the globe and they’re all talking about school work being assigned to children.
MINE have NONE.