April 3rd & 4th. For the 2nd day in a row the U.S. recorded over 1k Covid-19 deaths. As of this evening the total stands at 8,376 dead Americans. Human beings. Our fellow citizens. Babies. Moms and Dads. Grandparents. Friends. New York is anticipating hitting the apex or top of the curve in the next 7 days. Forecasting 5k people on ventilators. Will this wave engulf the rest of the country as predicted?
Last night I declared it “Fancy Friday”. I took a shower and dolled myself up in full glam–lipstick, perfume, jewelry. Marc’s eyes about popped out of his head. I’d been looking like such a scrub for nearly a month. He showered and put on a clean shirt to match me. I made homemade pizza, caesar salad, and sliced strawberries for supper. We split a 2015 Venician bottle of white wine. Slept with the windows open. It was pleasant.
Team Bever crushed it today. Currently, at 8:15 pm my house is spotless and so is the yard. Marc and I took turns working inside and out. Menards made a delivery of supplies to our driveway this morning. Marc spread a pallet of mulch. He built a paver ring around our flagpole. I picked up more sticks, tilled up the garden, and weeded the front flower beds. It looks really pretty but we need about 10 more bags of black mulch to finish the job in the side yard. Over the weekend Marc and I have both pulled a tick off of us–YUCK. In light of the CDC’s new recommendation that everyone wear a face covering for outings to prevent the spread of the virus, I made my first handmade mask by repurposing the boys’ burp cloths. Some rotary cutting and a little sewing machine action later I think I will try to finish making a set of 4 for our family tomorrow.
We are stiff and sore but the good news it is bedtime. I’m writing from bed, tucked in with my hot pad. Marc made wonderful little sliders and grilled sweet potatoes on his outdoor griddle. We’ve been Getty Challenged to recreate a work of art and photograph it to share. As an Art Historian you’d think this would be a simple task but I have a major case of anxiety/fear/stress/swiss cheese brain. Hopefully something will occur to me after I sleep on it.
We have 1 & 1/3 gallons of milk left. So that is a thing that I will need to problem solve. But I’ll think about that tomorrow, too.
Speaking of tomorrow, it will be Sunday and the 2 week mark of Mom’s self imposed quarantine. She is so looking forward to being back at home with Granny. I know Granny feels the same. I pray for their protection. I’m scared. What else can I do but pray? I feel it in the pit of my stomach and welling up to my eyeballs so I had better just leave it there for the night.
The Mother Bever 