Quarantine - Day 39
Today Ella finished the rough draft of her state report. She did her report on Indiana; home of the Wabash River, James Whitcomb Riley, and the place where the paper plate was invented. She was instructed to mail it to her teacher, but in order to save a stamp I offered to drive it over to her teacher’s so we could push it through the mail slot. On our way there, I asked if she would like to drive by her school since it has been over 40 days since she has been there. She said yes, so we did and she stared at the building with big eyes. It was like she hadn’t seen the place in years. Since her old school building where she attended early childhood through third grade was along our route, we drove by there as well and turned on the street to go by the side yard where she used to play as a Kindergartner. This released another flood of memories for her, and these continued as we passed Lazarus Park nearby where her classmates used to go too in 1st and 2nd grade. Then we went passed the Starbucks where her teacher would take the class for special occasions and buy them treats. All the way back, she was recounting all these memories from her young years leaping from one to another like rocks in a stream.
These days all blur together as they are so much alike and the world outside our window gets no bigger each day. One of the reasons I keep these thoughts in this blog is to try to differentiate each day so it doesn’t all seem like one Big day without end, and so later maybe we can recall some misplaced detail of this time and remember how we managed to keep ourselves occupied and somewhat sane. Ella remembers playgrounds, sidewalks, and Frappuccinos from five years past with great clarity. I can’t seem to recall anything at a moment’s notice. I have to wait while a memory slowly emerges and it never fully comes into focus. Did I ever have such an agile mind as hers? Probably not. We made it to the end of another day and I am thankful to have known it as briefly as I did. I will remember none of it ten days from now except for this brief recount. All I can say is it wasn’t so bad and the homemade pizza was good.
These days all blur together as they are so much alike and the world outside our window gets no bigger each day. One of the reasons I keep these thoughts in this blog is to try to differentiate each day so it doesn’t all seem like one Big day without end, and so later maybe we can recall some misplaced detail of this time and remember how we managed to keep ourselves occupied and somewhat sane. Ella remembers playgrounds, sidewalks, and Frappuccinos from five years past with great clarity. I can’t seem to recall anything at a moment’s notice. I have to wait while a memory slowly emerges and it never fully comes into focus. Did I ever have such an agile mind as hers? Probably not. We made it to the end of another day and I am thankful to have known it as briefly as I did. I will remember none of it ten days from now except for this brief recount. All I can say is it wasn’t so bad and the homemade pizza was good.
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