With the kids back at school this week, I’m back to work at my usual hours. Work pretty feels pretty close like normal now, after I run the temperature scan gauntlet.
Everyone must submit to the laser thermometer pointed at one’s forehead on the way in the door. I still cringe at this. I don’t like lasers pointed at my head because it looks like a gun. Plus I remain thoroughly American in my sense of privacy; the site manager is a tall man, and my internal body temperature feels a bit too….personal. I comfort myself with the fact that the thermometer only reads the outside, because while the average human body temperature is 36.5-37.5C, I’ve never heard anyone with a reading higher than 36.5C. Tomorrow I’ll wear a hat and crank the car heater to see if I can get up to 37, which is the “send home” trigger. Yeah…. because if I try to game the system I don’t feel quite so much like a pawn.
We still try to give our work makes some extra space and don’t pass through doorways simultaneously, but it doesn’t feel extreme…..except when it comes to tea and lunch breaks.
Socially distanced lunches feel so….antisocial. It sucks. The little light chit chat enlivens lunch breaks but one person per table isn’t conducive to banter.
Oh, and I guess the other odd thing that remains at work is that the door knobs are perpetually damp from the thrice daily sterilizing. But I don’t really mind this.
“It takes so long to get dressed!” Milo exclaimed this morning as he stalked into the kitchen. “For two months I’ve been wearing nothing.”
It does take a second or two to put on a tee-shirt, perhaps. He has been basically living in undies and a bathrobe since March.
“Back to school….worse day of the whole year.” Clearly he was channeling his inner Eeyore this morning, and he was not thrilled at the prospect of school.
I understand that. I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of going to work either.
Yet this afternoon when I asked how the school day went, he answered “Good! Better than I thought it would be!”
Fantastic. Optimism triumphed.
No, that’s not my career trajectory, unfortunately. It’s something much less important, but it gets my vote for Delight of the Day.
All around the edges of the garden, mostly hidden by the shrubbery, are these usually non-descript members of the lily family. They must have flowers, clearly, because they now have these awesome berries….but I can’t remember what the flowers looked like. Obviously not very impressive. But look at them now–WOW! “Voluptious” or “flamboyant” are two descriptors that come to my mind.
They are also fun to draw.
Today is the 49th day of Social Isolation. When we awake tomorrow, it’ll be the 50th day since we started the covid19 lockdown, and we will be in alert Level 2, with a lot more businesses starting back up, and a lot less isolation. We didn’t know how long the lock down would last when it started, otherwise it would have made a nice symmetrical advent calendar.
This is an epic curve that has been flattened. Only time will tell if it’s been flat long enough to have gotten rid of the virus in NZ.
Molly’s emotional curve has been, shall we say, a bit more curvaceous. And I still have a job, so does Jeremiah, none of our family is currently ill….I can only imagine the roller coaster being ridden by many other people.
And now, for the delight of the day. This was one of Milo’s school activities this week, and I found it so alluring. Naomi’s fairy is on the left, then Milo’s horned beetle in the middle, then my bumble bee. It’s like concentrating the detailed beauties of a garden and reforming them into something else beautiful. Like paper collage, if you start with something pretty it seems so much more likely to end up with a pleasing arrangement. Ironically, my favorite flower, a brilliant magenta primrose with a yellow centre, didn’t fit into my bumble bee. Next time I might need to do a butterfly.
I asked the kids to show me their school work when got home from work today and sitting next to Milo I kept noticing a peculiar smell. I’m due for a shower, I know, but a quick snuffle under my arm and I was in the clear. I began to sniff further afield.
I pressed my nose to Milo’s arm pit–there it was, the distinct smell of unwashed underarms. I checked the other side. Nope, it wasn’t an anomaly. He smelled on both sides! My little 9-year-old squirt must be growing up! “Smell me, smell me!” Naomi never wants to be left out of the action. But no, she was still sweet little kid, despite romping around and neglecting her school work all day. She pouted. “But I’m growing too, Mom!”
“Yes, dear, of course you are growing, you’re growing a lot….. but Milo just has a head start on being stinky. You’re not missing out on a good thing….. But getting smelly underarms isn’t a bad thing either,” I hastened to say, hoping Milo wasn’t going to feel self conscious. “It’s just part of growing up.” Wow, I might want to practice this conversation when I feel a bit more on my game.
Oh, and speaking of changes, New Zealand is moving to Covid19 alert level 2 on Thursday. That means almost all sections of the economy can open back up, but there are still significant safety precautions like limitations on numbers in gatherings, and distancing rules for busy social places like restaurants. Most significantly for us, it means the kids will be back to school starting on Monday.
It’s been a hard season at home, but in many ways it’s been good too. I’ve actually missed the kids the last two days when I’ve been at work. Hopefully we can savor these last couple days in the home bubble before the business of life begins again.
I went on a bike ride down the old TaiTapu Rd this afternoon and the weather started to close in on my way back with a light misty sprinkle.
Turning onto Sabys in the gloom I almost ran over a brilliant red maple leaf, startling on the grey shingle road. There isn’t a maple tree in sight. I don’t know where it came from. Its red was intensified by the droplets of mist it had accumulated, and you could even see the slightly orange shadows where the leaf must have been tipped away from the sun when it grew. I stared at it, soaking up its vibrancy.
I love red. I always have. It’s not a calm color; it’s INTENSE and I ADORE it. It was so fun to run into this one, unexpectedly cheerful for no good reason at all.