Nature’s Noises

Sounds of the evening: the perky songs of peepers, the gentle hoots of owls, and an awful screaming sound that is probably fisher cats.

Why you gotta like scream that, fisher cats?

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Day 6: Acceptance, Hope, and “Picard”

Today we heard that Rhode Island schools will be closed for at least two more weeks. My husband doesn’t think the kids will be going back to school at all for this school year. That’s certainly possible. Some colleges have already announced that they will only do remote learning for the remainder of the semester. As for me, I hope the kids will be able to go back, though my pessimistic half laughs at me and calls me a fool for it. If all goes as planned, the kids will begin e-schooling on Monday.

I realize how lucky I am to be able to stay home, to be here for my children, to be able to take time off if I need it, and to be paid as usual. I am not struggling in the same way as others are or soon will be. But I have lost what little contact I had with the outside world and the anchors that kept me in sync with it. I was already feeling too isolated. Now it will be worse. I will have to be mindful of that and make more of an effort to stay in touch with people.

I want to remain positive, but I have a habit of reading too much. I have seen a lot of reports from China and Italy about how bad things got for them, and I am scared. Americans do not like being told what to do, even when it’s for their own good. A lot of them are behaving stupidly and will continue to do so. I worry about our inept and corrupt federal government, that it will continue its poor handling of the situation, and that it will take advantage by expanding its powers. I worry about a lot of things, and I can do nothing but stay home.

But at least I can watch a new episode of Picard, because it’s Thursday. Thank goodness for that. And congratulations to me, because I haven’t lost all track of time yet.

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Day 5: Coughs and Sneezes

It is now our 5th day of hunkering down. My hubby went to the bank today (he still has a business to run, after all), but excepting his one small outing, we haven’t been around other people for five days. Since COVID-19 has an incubation period of roughly 3-5 days, it ought to be showing itself right about now if we had already brought it home with us before our self-isolation began. I think of this every time I hear the kids cough or sneeze. They probably have allergies or an ordinary cold, but there’s no way to be sure. Even though children’s immune systems generally do a good job of fighting this virus off, I’d rather they avoided it.

I’m not going to worry too much, because there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel sorry, though, for everyone who has to go out in public right now and listen to the coughs and sneezes of strangers. I know I would not like the way that would make me feel, not just worrying about catching the virus and bringing it home with me, but feeling like other people were a threat. That’s not a good way to be, but I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself.

Coronavirus sucks.

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Finally

Tonight I finally undecorated the Christmas tree and put all the ornaments away. Don’t judge me. It’s been a crappy year. At least I got it done before the spring equinox.

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Day 4: Minding the Calendar

Today is Day 4 for us, though other people started their self-isolation earlier or later, so it might be a different number for them. So far, the isolation hasn’t changed much about our lives. As a full-time teleworker, I’m used to being home. My husband does most of his work from home, too. My kids are technically on vacation right now, and there’s nothing very unusual about that. Still, it feels different.

Today is also, we can all agree, a Tuesday and St. Patrick’s Day. I mention that because I need be mindful of the calendar now. Usually the kids are in school, where even minor holidays like St. Patrick’s day are treated as a big deal, and where it matters which day of the week it is. Their school schedule helps to anchor us in time, and without that anchor, I worry that I will lose track of the days.

Yesterday I went outside and took pictures of spring flowers. This morning I’m looking out the window at a landscape covered in a light blanket of snow. Winter hasn’t quite let go of us yet. That’s fine. The calendar agrees that it is not quite spring. But soon, the plants say. Very soon.

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What to Call It?

I haven’t decided yet what to call our pandemic-induced time at home.

  • Quarantine
  • Self-isolation
  • Lockdown
  • Exile

I like “quarantine” and “lockdown” for their simplicity, but “self-isolation” is probably more accurate. It feels like “exile,” though, and that’s the term I noticed myself using in my thoughts today. But there are other possibilities, if we want to get a little more creative.

  • Extreme Telecommuting
  • Uninterrupted Family Time
  • Hermit Practice
  • The Great Hunkering Down
  • Mars Isolation Experiment: Family Edition

What else might we call it?

P.S. Gotta add “Sheltering in place” to the list now that some cities are ordering their citizens to do that.

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Day 3: Marshall Law

Since much of the Twitter talk today is in regards to “Marshall Law,” I will tell you about how Marshall Law works, because that’s something I know a lot about.

Under Marshall Law, there is/are…

  • No school and no homework
  • Unlimited television
  • All-day gaming
  • Plenty of pizza
  • No official bedtime (stay up as late as you want!)
  • No parental rules
  • Dessert after every meal (and in-between meals, too!)

P.S. Neither martial law nor Marshall Law has actually been declared. Too bad, Marshall!

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Day 2: Word of the Year

Today’s Thoughts

  • My husband said to me today that he thinks the Word of the Year will be “flatten the curve.” I thought this was very interesting, because I had already decided that it will be “social distancing.” I was curious what other people thought, so I published a poll on Twitter. It was purely for ha-has, because such things tend to fizzle, but as of now I’ve got three votes, which is already more than my last poll got (I feel seen!). FWIW, “social distancing” is in the lead. Shortly after creating the poll, I saw that Merriam-Webster’s trending term of the day is “hunker down.” That’s also a goodie.
  • I talked to my mom today. She and my father have decided to hunker down in Vermont, where there’s a lower population density and fewer Coronavirus cases. I think that’s a good idea, though it puts them twice as far away from me. I told her to call me if they have any problems and that I will drive up to help them, but I also told her not to make me have to do that. Luckily for me, they’re on board with the idea of staying home. I would not want to have to lecture them or remind them of the fact that they are old and therefore more susceptible to the virus. Not only is it not my place to tell my parents what to do, but I would probably get hysterical because I’m already stressed out and very worried about them.
  • The father-daughter dance was supposed to be on Friday, but it was cancelled for obvious reasons. We had already bought Livia a dress and accessories. It’s looking more and more like the dance will never be rescheduled. That’s sad for Livia, who was looking forward to it. We also don’t want her dress and accessories to go to waste. So we are thinking about having our own special formal dinner and dance at home. If self-isolation measures go on for many weeks, we will have to think of other special events and activities so that we don’t all go stir-crazy.
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Third Pattern

Yesterday was the first day since Rhode Island announced that all schools would be closed next week, and that made it feel like the first day of vacation. (It was really more like the first day of quarantine, but we take our happy feelings wherever we can find them). I celebrated by working on something just for fun: designing a cross-stitch pattern for another “calamity” and test-stitching it. Here’s how it turned out.

Freshly-Stitched Pterodactyl
The square of material that I stitched over is waste canvas. Without it, I could never have stitched such straight lines and even X’s.
The best thing about using waste canvas is pulling it out, thread by thread. It’s as satisfactory as picking a scab, but less bloody, making it a superior form of stress relief.
Here’s how the pterodactyl looks now. My husband and I agreed that the stitches hanging off the wings and head didn’t look right, so I added a few more stitches to even things out. I might change the design slightly to make the wings mirror each other better, but at least I now have a working design.

I had wondered when I started this project if it was totally crazy and a waste of time, but seeing the three designs together makes me feel like I’m making good progress and that it’s going to look awesome when it’s done. I still have a lot of work to do. Toward that end, here are three things that I’ve learned so far and that I should keep in mind for future patterns:

  1. The size is determined by the smallest/thinnest element of the design. For the zombie poodle, it was the legs and neck. For the cat it was the tail and the eyes (each eye had to be one stitch in size, and there had to be stitches all the way around to set them off, which meant modifying the head shape slightly). For the pterodactyl, it was the beak and legs.
  2. Sometimes the orientation of the image needs to be adjusted. In order for the pterodactyl’s beak to look right, it had to be on a straight line. The original image wasn’t oriented that way, so I had to rotate it. It wasn’t a hard thing to do, but I wish I’d realized it sooner and saved myself the effort of re-gridding it. I reoriented it so that the beak was on a diagonal. My pterodactyl appears to be soaring, not swooping, which makes it less menacing than the original. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but it is worth noting.
  3. Those stitches hanging off the pterodactyl’s wings and head made sense when I was creating the design, but they didn’t look very good when they were stitched in. The zombie poodle has some hanging stitches, too, and I like them less now that I’ve focused on them. I might remove them from the design, and I will try to avoid them in future patterns.
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Day 1: King Lear

On Twitter today, people are pointing out the Shakespeare wrote “King Lear” while he was quarantined. Apparently we’re supposed to find inspiration in this and each pen our own masterpiece while we isolate ourselves. Does a blog post count? If it does, then I also wrote “King Lear” while in quarantine.

Other random thoughts and reportings:

  • Regarding my work deadline, I handed in my issue a little late, but not so late as to get myself in trouble. Plus, my boss is the one who physically hands in the materials when I’m done with them. She was unexpectedly late that day, which made my lateness irrelevant. Whew!
  • I often feel like screaming these days, but usually in the metaphorical sense only. Yesterday all the rage and frustration hit me so hard that I damn near yelled for real. A feeling of impending doom is bad enough, but having an inept and corrupt government just makes the whole thing worse. But then we got word that school would be cancelled for next week. We had already decided not to send the kids to school for a while, but it was a relief to get the news. It meant the local government, at least, was acting, and it meant we wouldn’t have to explain ourselves to the school. The governor has framed this action as moving April vacation up. It’s a smart move that will give them time to work out a plan without too much additional hardship on workers. People were going to have to arrange for care of their children during the vacation week anyway. I feel less like screaming now.
  • I made grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches for lunch today. Livia railed about the tomatoes, but she ate them. That’s progress.
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