EDLM Diary Day May, 12, 2020
6:30am. I woke up very stiff and tired following a heavy day of cleaning my eighty-four year old dad’s office for eight hours yesterday. He lives a forty-five minute drive west of Muncie and hopes to relocate in Muncie with us this year following the death of his wife of forty-one years just one year ago. This is a long story. After my twenty minute meditation I walk downstairs and feed our dog and I make coffee. J joins me for a few minutes before turning on NPR. and heading to his job at the hospital. Yes. He is a Hero. I check Facebook. I am surprised at the different perspectives regarding social distancing during Mother’s Day.
7:30am. L joins me for morning snuggles on the snuggle chair. 7:45am. I give L raspberry yoghurt and instant oatmeal. He complains that it isn’t eggs and waffles. I say that maybe seventeen year old grandson A will make them when he gets up. 8:00am. We do two pages in the Early Bird packet for EWA first grade ELP and I assign ten spelling words to be written two times perfectly while I go next door to my studio to do a 9:00am. Massage appointment while wearing a mask. Licenced Massage Therapists are not considered essential these days but, I am. It is now …
10:37am I am going to do laundry for my Dad as well as ours.
12:30pm. Grandson A wakes up and lets me know that he is leaving for an in-home visit with his girlfriend. I am a little surprised that the families have become suddenly casual regarding Covid 19 but, I recognize the need for touch. I want him to carry some heavy tubs of photo albums and keepsakes to the garage for me before he leaves. I’m trying to make space for my Dad’s keepsake’s in an already stuffed house. I say it will take fifteen minutes but it takes longer. He leaves in a huff and asks me for gas money.
1:30pm. I stay on L to get his spelling words finished and he struggles to stay focused. He wants to go to Mommy’s because he misses his Mommy and siblings and wants to play video games. I am pretty hard on him but we are getting through it. This is the last week of Homeschooling with Gramma during the Corona Virus.
A client stops over to say that he needs to reschedule today’s appointment for another day. I then make sandwiches quickly and fold Dad’s laundry. We dash out. We stop at Family Dollar to buy a few essentials for Dad’s empty fridge. My sister is at Dad’s when I arrive. She tells me that she really wants to be of more help with cleaning out his house and I should call her when I am going out. Then she complains about her leg pain and leaves with an air hug. I sanitize every item before loading his fridge. I sort forty years of books and cassette tapes keeping them for Dad to go through. I still manage to get ten trash bags to the roadside for trash pickup tomorrow. I feel a little bad that I am not recycling the paper but not so bad about avoiding carrying the load to the car. They do not offer recycling in rural Hamilton County. Dad wants to keep six tubs of books that he has had since 1965. I drive forty five minutes home and catch NPR while L snoozes.
6:30pm. I arrived home just in time for L to Zoom with his First grade teacher and classmates. We fuss during the math paper that follows. I give up and say we will do it again tomorrow.
7:30pm. I made a wonderful meal this evening of Couscous cooked with onion, a variety of nuts, young broccoli spears, and cumin cooked in olive oil with tuna steaks on top. I steamed carrots and cauliflower for a side and pulled out yesterday’s cabbage slaw and sliced a small amount of fresh mozzarella into it. For dessert we had some of E’s sourdough bread with butter, honey and cinnamon that she graced us with prior to her move out of Munceetown.
9:00pm. Now, we are anxiously awaiting news of my husband J’s daughter’s childbirth. We know that it’s a baby girl to be born any minute. We are so in love with the GRANDCHILDREN and we have high hopes of a healthy planet for their future! That’s all I have for now. Blessings of Health and Happiness to all of you.