Summer Sanity

The kids have finished school, the pandemic is hanging on, camps are canceled, sports are on hold, and the summer days are spread out before us like a blank canvas.

How to avoid the summer doldrums, you ask?

Intention. That's my answer. We're going to be intentional around here.

Each day of the week has a purpose inspired by mediocre alliteration.

There's Music or Maker Monday. We make things (usually with Legos) and watch Songland. That's what we did this last Monday, anyway.

Trip Tuesday. We go somewhere. This week we took the bikes out for a spin. Other weeks we will hike or play on grassy knolls or drive through an arboretum. The list is endless. Well, not actually endless because of the pandemic, but we have three weeks worth on our list.

Writing Wednesday is today, and I must say, it's my favorite so far. Eloise wrote out some sight words and is now writing with PlayDoh. Sam brainstormed some genres he'd like to write in and then wrote a draft of a found poem inspired by an annotated autobiography of Laura Ingalls Wilder.

Tomorrow is Theme Thursday. We don't know yet what the theme will be this first week but Sam has suggested, "Death by Black Hole." I don't even know what that means.

Friday is Family Friday and we will play games or watch a movie as a family. Really we can do anything that day as long as it's a family thing. Kinda weak, but what else starts with F?

This is how we will get through the Pandemic Summer of 2020 -- or through the week. We'll see.

One Day, Another Day

One day I was complaining about quarantine and home school and needing desperately to be in the world and then the next day my dad had a heart attack and was airlifted to a hospital in another city with no family nearby and another day he had all five of the major arteries in his heart bypassed and another day my mom could be with him again and he was doing okay and one day he went back home to recover even though fears have settled in on him and then the next day the ICU at the hospital where my husband works filled up with coronavirus patients and I thought, here we go, and then the next day a black man, George Floyd, was murdered by a white police officer 15 minutes from where I live and 8 minutes from the full ICU and then people, god bless them, took to the streets to shout out against police violence and the systemic racism that surrounds and encompasses our daily lives and then there were riots and fires and curfews and helicopters and we watched the city burn on TV and out our windows and we read about white nationalists and we became suspicious of every truck in the neighborhood driven by a white man, and there were many, so we put our trash cans in the garage and left all the lights on in the house and we did not sleep while our children slept and we called our neighbors and took supplies and food to pop up pantries and then one day school was over for the year so we took books back to the building, crossing a line of national guardsmen to park near the front door, one of them waved to us, we didn't wave back, and then one day it started to feel quieter again and we turned off a light or two in the house, but not in our bodies, and every day now the husband shows his badge to a soldier to get into the hospital to treat the virus sick and the windows in his office are boarded up but if he looks out a window on another floor he will see that his is one of only a few buildings standing in a sea of destruction and every day I am scrolling and scrolling the social media and wondering what is my role, what is my part, where will I be heard, and writing to people and calling some and making signs with my kids but feeling too scared to take those signs and those kids to George Floyd's memorial or to march with them because of the virus that I was complaining about to begin with, and quietly, my son takes Brown Girl Dreaming from my shelf and The Watsons Go to Birmingham too and he starts reading and it is another day.