John’s dad died yesterday (Easter). No, not from the coronavirus, but from complications of old age. I believe he was going to be 94 or 95 (?) in May, and he hasn’t been well for a very long time. Still, I was surprised. It’s always a surprise, isn’t it? It may be natural, but it’s still unexpected.
And life, as it is, continues to be weird and sad. There is some hope, because the rate of new infections of the virus is gradually slowing, and that’s good. But it will take some time for there to NOT be new infections. To have this virus die. And that may not happen entirely until there is a vaccine. And then the anti-vaxxers…what will happen then?
The kids posted video of Quinn hunting Easter Eggs in their yard and oh man was it adorable and oh man did it hit me with a load of bricks that we couldn’t be there to enjoy it in person and present him with a grandparents-sized spoil-the-kid Easter Basket and witness it all and feel the joy of it all. I’ve been pretty good at keeping those feelings at bay, but that hit me. I tell myself, “In the scheme of things, this will be temporary.” I believe that is true, but right now it is very hard. And so very very sad.
OMG, the pollen! It’s tree pollen, and we have not seen it like this EVER. When I go out on the deck, in just seconds, my phone is covered in it. We’ve had the deck door open the past couple of days, and there has been a yellow sheen all over the hardwood from the pollen blowing in. Our neighbor took this photo that pretty much illustrates the jaw-dropping accumulation on his windshield:
I’m not prone to major allergies, but both of us have been sneezing and coughing and feeling that godawful tickle in the backs of our throats all day long, day after day. This is insane!
I know this is a mundane little thing, but I’m feeling so much better because the house is clean! During my weeks zapped with the flu, I had zero gumption and of course no maid and it had become basically disgusting around here. You could hardly see the hardwood floors through the gunk. And shredded bathroom rug fibers from Nikki’s ferocious destructive tendencies clung to everything, everywhere. I have subsequently thrown those rugs away, and it makes me sad! I loved those rugs. They were plush and a perfect color that perfectly matched our towels and I can’t find replacements anywhere (not that I could replace them as long as the litter box is in that room so Nikki would obviously destroy the new rugs!) I am ready for that cat to potty outside! Even though she’s been venturing out onto the deck and maybe a little bit beyond with our nice weather, I don’t think she’s figured out that outside has many natural litterbox opportunities. She also hasn’t figured out the pet door. I know she’s witnessed both Wylie and Bailey entering and exiting through it, but no lightbulb has been lit.
And looky here! Pigs really do fly!
Here's my favorite little grandson collecting "Esster Eggs!"
