It’s day 30; I can’t believe this has been our normal for an entire month. My parents always told me about the blizzard of 1978. I’ve heard it so many times, I feel like I was there. This event will be my blizzard of 1978. This is the story I will tell to my grandchildren and reminisce with my children. I can even hear the opening of the story now. It was 2020, and we marched into the year proclaiming we were going to have 2020 vision. Little did we know…there was a blind spot ahead in the form of the coronavirus. If I’m going to repeat this story as many times as many parents have told me about the blizzard of 1978, I should at least have a strong opening before my grandchildren do an eye roll.
How many months will we have to stay home? That’s the thought that is circling around in my head. I’m trying to be productive. I have organized my closet, and I made my sons organize their rooms. I also moved into my new house back in October and still haven’t done all I needed to do. Moving from a house that you have lived in for 12 years to a new house can cause unexpected challenges such as where to put pictures. Our fireplace had a mantle in our first house. My current house has a fireplace but no mantle which means I have to find a place for everything that was on the mantle to go. I did not decorate our first house all at once. I added things over the years. Putting up all those items was just overwhelming so I stacked some of the stuff up and ignored it. It was easy to make excuses to ignore it. I would tell myself I don’t have time because of work. Now, these unfinished tasks are right in my face as I work from home.
Today, I decided to put up my artwork that I drew. One is a dog I drew from a Lisa Frank folder, and the other is a seal I drew from a magazine. These are also the last major artwork I drew. I started dating Mr. Barnes before I finished those pictures which I worked on in the little free time I had while in college. I didn’t have enough time to show I was interested in Mr. Barnes and keep up the level of perfectionism I have when it comes to art.
My son James is a mini version of me except he started drawing way younger than I did. He draws decently. I have been teaching him what I know, but I have also been exposing him to art professionals because I think he could hone those skills and become an illustrator and writer. He writes and draws all the time.
This is the blessing of being at home. I am able to see more of my children’s interests and give them opportunities to explore their interests. Even if being at home is not going well, try to learn something about someone else or do something for yourself. I bought fingernail polish at the grocery store today. It has been years since I purchased a new bottle. I decided I can make my nails cute just for me.
I’m an introvert, so I don’t mind being at home. However, I do miss seeing my parents in person. Hopefully, things will turn around soon. I hope I am not writing a day 60 update 30 days from now. Time will tell.
Stay safe, and wash your hands correctly. Tschüss!