Since I refuse to come to terms with my yarn, I went through the pantry and food storage. I took an inventory and came up with what we called Armageddon Meal Plans. Food storage is an incredible blessing. It does expire so we need to figure out how to use it up and replace it with new. Spreadsheets were involved. I love a spreadsheet. I can pull up a spreadsheet and see what I have down in the basement area (dubbed StuffMart) without having to search through the boxes.
It was gratifying to get an idea of what we had and the pandemic had taught us what was and wasn’t necessary. It was also nice to have a list and a plan of what we need to do better. We opened all the boxes and like things were grouped together. It was so zen when two partial containers could be combined to make more room.
I was insane by Day 5. Month after month, I thought about what to say. What to do. With all the of political insanity and the media hysteria and social media histrionics that it just seemed best to say away from the news and social media as much as possible. Wearing masks was almost impossible for me and no one cared. So, I stayed home. For over a year.
I didn’t bother with a 2020 planner, I took a semester off school. I just couldn’t face trying to continue classes online. I kept hoping the promise of “two weeks to flatten” was the truth.
The CS department was kind enough to let me continue to grade because there was a shortage of graders. It helped for me to have something to do.
Chynna’s final project for her BFA was an art show with two other students at the Scera Theater Art Gallery.
My own classes started and Junebug kept an eye on me.
Chynna moved into her own place and I inherited a new spinner for my craft room.
Joshua got his purple belt in Kenpo Karate. I can’t tell from the picture, I really hope that’s the purple one.
I did odd things for my physics lab. Our physics class was in person and/or livestream, but the lab was online. All experiments would be conducted at home so we had to build the equipment that let us conduct the experiment. It was SO COOL!
*pic of bread board and boat with pennies*
I dove into the physics class. The former class from Hell that was standing between me and my Associates. I tried it during my first semester back to school after a many year break. That was mistake. I cried and quit on the last day possible to drop the class. The 2nd time, I was making it through. I was still crying, but I had it. Then Covid shut down the help lab. Third time’s a charm. Not only did I make it through the class, I got an A. The professor was amazing and he made it fun. I could tell that he was good at teaching much younger students than college age and instead of it being insulting, it was soothing and relaxing. The class was in person and online which meant it was recorded so I was able to rewatch anything I needed. His class also didn’t use the frustrating homework software that my last class used. I put in a good amount of hours on homework but it wasn’t 6 hours a day for a tiny assignment. It felt balanced and right. It almost *almost* made me want to take the 2nd physics class.
It’s summer and we’ve started to poke our heads out the front door. It seems like we are allowed to live life again.
The knitting and crocheting continue. A few house projects also continue and maybe I can get everything I need to get done before the fall semester starts.