July 10.

Friday.

The girls and I went shopping in the county of freedom. We met up with our old glass instructor who lives out that way. She had texted me out of the blue last week. I think the social isolation was getting to her. She brought her dog, Lyric, with them so S could give him pets. I gave her a couple dozen eggs, and successfully refused offers of money from both her and her husband. They both preferred wearing masks in public, but she was up for hugs from all of us. I do think it was the case of them buying into the idea that masks help protect grandma, but her preferring to take the personal risk for the hugs.

July 11.

Saturday.

The kids did virtual D&D.

I unloaded hay.

I made german pancakes for breakfast and burgers for dinner.

M and I watched Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat . It was weird.

S got a text out of the blue from an ASL classmate inviting her over for a Scooby Do movie and Chick-fil-A. Unfortunately S had to work. We think the social isolation is starting to get to lots of people.

C went to bed early with a headache.

July 12.

Yesterday I was stir crazy enough to contemplate getting straight run ducks and an incubator. The only thing stopping me was the mask mandate.

S and I toyed with the idea together. The discussion of males ducks got us around to her rooster. She misses Mr. Scary Bird. We decided that if there were a particularly mean male duck, it would probably end up loving her, and we could call him Mr. Scary Duck.

It would be smarter to wait till Pete passes on, then I could raise them in his kennel. Of course, smart is not the watchword for 2020.