Social Distancing Diaries: Day 24

Dear Diary

What a gloriously beautiful spring day in South Central, PA! Spring is by far my favorite season as I take delight in all the new growth and the delicious scents and colors. Unfortunately it’s also the beginning of Fly Season. As soon as the temperatures reach 50 degrees those little buggers make an appearance. But on warm days like this they really start to proliferate. Not sure how many we killed throughout the day, but you wouldn’t know it. Ellen found them to be “Early Season Flies”—not quite as fast and skillful at avoiding the swatter as the more worldly “Later Season Flies”. I hate that we can so easily identify changes in fly behavior but it goes with the territory. *News Flash* Just got a text that Cousin Farmer will be “hauling pig manure” tomorrow! I’ve heard that if your mask blocks smells, it’s working. Will be testing that theory tomorrow. And flyswatters will be poised and ready.

I caught up on Mask Production today! It feels good to have my head above water. But I’m still making them, so if you haven’t gotten yours yet, send me a message.

Pile O’ Masks

Pile O’ Masks

I also got to help some of the kids with school work. It took me a good part of the day, but I think I finally convinced Eden that I indeed know Nothing about Web Development. It’s useless to ask me questions about it. And I attempted to help Hayley study for her Family as a Social Institution Sociology test. That led to some enjoyable conversation.

Fun Fact: I can still do a handstand.

Happy Fact: My Aunt picked up some essentials for me on her run to the store today. I should be able to avoid the grocery store for another week! I now have flour!!!

Sad Fact: We finished off the Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream today. We are Dangerously Close to running out of ice cream. 

Strange Fact: In December we bought a New To Us car. Today we received a check in the mail from the dealer for $9.97 for “overpayment.” Weird.

Sadness. Imagine that drip on the rim is my tear.

Sadness. Imagine that drip on the rim is my tear.