What day is it? Does it even matter? Do weekends even exist anymore? Every day is just like the next one. Of course there are certain things that happen only on certain days of the week, but every day still feels like the one before it. For someone who likes order and schedules and planning, this current situation is not my dream. I have to admit I was fed up yesterday. I didn't want to get out of bed because I didn't want to face another day of quarantine. I did eventually get up, but I was pretty cranky all day. Pentti, the gem that he is, now calls me spicy whenever I get annoyed/frustrated/angry. This is because the other morning we had the following conversation:
P: are you going for your walk?
Me: it's raining and you know they say that girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
P: you'll be fine. You're mostly spice.
Matias turned 15 last weekend. He didn't really want anything special. He is so easygoing and low key like his dad. His grade five teacher told me that he wished all his students were as even-tempered as Matias. I can't believe he's so much taller than me and has been for quite some time. For his birthday, he asked for a desk to do homework, because that's just the kind of kid he is. He did also ask for sushi and donuts, so we did go ahead and do that.
I've blogged so much about my regular activities: walking in the forest, zoom calls, cooking, church etc. There is not a lot out of the ordinary happening right now. But, even the smallest change can make a difference in my day. The other day I ran into my neighbour in the carport. She is 82 and quite caustic, but with a great sense of humour. We have had some great conversations over the last 18 years that we have lived here and this was no different. She offered to let me hide in her basement if my family gets to be too much, lol. If I showed up at her door, I have no doubt that she would actually let me hide out there! She was also very sweet when my dad was dying. She prayed for him and she hugged me and was a shoulder to cry on. This would probably shock my other neighbours who complain that she is so negative, but they just don't understand her. She hides a very soft heart underneath it all.
Today was technically a work day. Teaching online to 5 year olds is a joke, especially when we have to use a platform that isn't even user friendly for adults. I updated my blog. I did get assignments emailed to me from 4 students, out of 18. But online teaching in kindergarten just doesn't work.
I'm tired. I hope this ends soon.
