Here’s a picture of what’s left in E’s bathroom, and it would make me cry in normal times, all the flotsam of the empty nest: a lighter from her Amsterdam adventure a couple years ago, her tampons, blue nail polish, hair pins. Now she can’t come back in here, to her childhood home, sans mask, until I am vaccinated. (J is but not me.) God, how I want us all just to be able to eat fried chicken, laugh, chase the cat, together, without masks.
March 13, 2021
My daughter, who is in 5th grade, is home for winter vacation for 2 weeks and it is eerily reminiscent of summer vacation: too much TV, too much Minecraft, too much Youtube. You know what? I don't give a shit. She is fine. She actually needs to zone out after working so hard, in school, 5 days a week. The teachers deserve medals as do the kids. She's been lucky to be at a school with the ability to have full-time, in person education. It's a small school with small classes and they have done a tremendous job keeping our kids, not only safe, but happy and curious in their education. While she told me today she is ready to go back, I have a feeling she will make the most of the rest of the vacation before heading back in 2021.
December 30, 2020