The weird just gets more weird. Yesterday was my middle daughter's birthday. Not as fun to turn 15 during a quarantine, but I hope we made it work. I ordered a pie from her favorite summer vacation spot. We picked up food from her favorite restaurant. It was eerie and strange driving downtown at the end of the work day and actually seeing parking spots everywhere. I don't think I've ever driven to that restaurant and been able to park right next to it.
We run the dishwasher all the time, and it's never for the same things. Sometimes we're out of bowls. Sometimes we're out of spoons. Once it was butter knives. But the whole day feels like unload the dishwasher, load the dishwasher, run the dishwasher, and repeat.
I don't really want to go inside places anymore, and I definitely don't want to touch things. Pre-quarantine I stocked up on my coffee creamer, but I opened the last one today. They only sell it at one grocery store. I'd rather not go there again right now. Online order pickup times are over a week out, so that feels unrealistic. I will likely brave Target again soon and just make due with some Other Creamer. I've been to Target once where I went inside, and they are in a constant state of sanitizing. So that feels ok. Except it broke my little Bullseye Heart not to browse, and just quickly grab things on my list.
It's strange to think that originally, the plan was to be back in school this week. BAHAHAHAHA. We are not even close. Now we wonder if the kids will go back to school at all this year. If graduation will be held in September. If prom will be in August. Everything is "indefinite." It's tough on the kids who like a plan.
All in all, I don't care at all about any of my inconveniences, as we start to see more of what medical professionals are dealing with now. Mercy. If me staying home and eating too many carbs helps even a little, I can do it. I mean, how is it that in the United States we are coming up with tutorials on making face shields from two liter soda bottles? Why on earth is that not something we can easily provide to healthcare workers without digging through our personal recycling?
The strangest part is that these things are starting to feel normal. What will we take into our lives from this when it's over?
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