The kids are doing home school which was a little challenging getting it started, but we seem to have found our rhythm and I think we're doing it right. I guess that's the worst part of it, not knowing if we are getting everything done that we are supposed to. Their teacher has really been great though helping us along. We have a school schedule in place and the kids know that if it is a math or science question they take it to Mr. Edwards and if it's a history, social studies or English question they bring it to Mrs. Edwards. We have recess at 10:05am where basketball is played in our driveway (thanks to G&G for sending us a basketball hoop that Ed put together with minimal F-bombs). We were going to the tennis courts for some exercise until they closed all of those down. But they seem to be doing okay and adjusting to this new reality we are all living in. Thank goodness for Skype and the games they can play online with their friends from Colorado and California, that is keeping them connected.
On the job front, Ed is still on the hunt and has a phone interview on Monday with a company in Santa Cruz (fingers crossed). Unfortunately Santa Cruz is about 2 hours away from us and we would most likely be looking at another move (argh... please just friggin shoot me!!!), if he were to get it. The upside is it would be closer to my friend Sandy as well as the beach. As with the move out here I figured a soft warning to the kids would be in order... i.e. there is a slight possibility that if daddy got this job we would have to move again. The girl was totally okay with rolling with the punches. The boy however informed us that he would not be moving again, he was very adamant about it. So Ed and I told him we would have to see if the new home owners would want to purchase the house with a very witty and sometimes too mouthy 10 year old boy. The girl seemed to like the idea of being an only child, so win-win????? Probably not.
Thursday Ed opened up the freezer to get some ice out for his water bottle and found a puddle instead of ice. Yup, the freezer went out. Since I have been hearing about these meat plants shutting down and possible shortages I had just stocked up on $400 worth of groceries, most of it meat. Luckily we have the big freezer in the garage that we hadn't even plugged in yet, so we got that operational and transferred all the frozen food to it. At around 7pm that night we opened up the fridge to find that it was also not working and then did a transfer of that food into our two mini fridges. So in this house if you want to eat something you have to go to either the garage, the office or the man's loft. Good Times People! Dryers and refrigerators we have zero luck with. We were able to get a repairman out this coming Tuesday from Sears though. Fingers crossed that it can be repaired.
In the meantime I was able to land a small part time job at a grocery store in Pittsburgh CA called WinCo. Yesterday was my first day where I Carrie, worked in the Dairy with my co-workers Larry and Jerri. I kept thinking of the old Newhart show, you know, "This is Darrel and my other brother Darrel" Everyone is really nice, the customers were pleasant except for one guy behind me screaming about the price of eggs. He was yelling loud enough that I knew he was trying to get my attention, but I ignored him because had I acknowledged him I know he would have just rained down nasty remarks about something I have no control over. His comments were, "$4 for an 18 count of eggs! That's price gouging! Somebody that works here aught to say something!". And then finally, "No way, we're not buying any F'in eggs here" and away he went I'm sure to go and readjust his red hat.
I do have to say that 98% of the people shopping get it. I mean I am paying almost $7 for an 18 count of eggs. When I go to the local farms around here it is $4 a dozen and you have to wash the chicken shit off of them. But ya know, you just do what you can with what you have and try to push through, we are all just trying to push through right now and there is no reason for you to rain down your bullshit onto other people. It's not necessary, it does nothing productive, it will not change your situation or mine and it certainly isn't going to lower the cost of eggs. If anything I have found myself trying to be more compassionate, more understanding, more polite. I guess I have a different brain than the egg man (thank god).
I will show you why it is important to wash down your groceries when you get home. These are the WHITE gloves I used during my workday yesterday. All I did was move around the products on the shelves, these touched nothing but food items.
Well that is about all from our end of the world other than a few fun predictions I have of the order of flooded businesses to invest or go into before the pandemic ends, here they go....
1. Become a hair stylist. We are all starting to look a little Chewbacca'ish. The boys in my house are asking me to give them a buzz cut because they can't take it anymore. Surely there is a youtube video on how to cut hair right? Our household is about to see something that hasn't been around since the Reagan administration and I think it's going to be a shock to all of us, especially me! My natural hair color and just how much grey I have been covering up for the last several decades.
2. Learn how to sew. We are all gonna need bigger britches when this is done. I had to put on real people clothing for my job on Friday and let me tell you that was a come to Jesus moment.
3. Become a personal trainer (see above).
4. If you are going to medical school you might want to consider directing that to an Obstitrician specialty. I have a sneaking suspicion that there might be a slew of little Corona Virus babies popping out in 7-9 months. There has been Baby Boomers, Generation X, Millennial etc. What will we call these children? Covid Babes? Generation Pandemic?
5. If you are going to medical school think about directing your studies to Pediatrics (see above).
Those are my fun predictions for now. Hope you all enjoyed and are staying safe during this time of surreal reality.
Peace Out!
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