Going Hard in the paint: Until your wrist gives out.

The sad story of every person everywhere. So I’m about 75% done my big project, and now need to wait for the last quarter from people who are now sick with Covid and/or the flu. I guess I didn’t need to go so hard out of the gate, but I did my portion as quickly as I was able to. Can take a breather, collect my thoughts, rest my wrist for a bit. Perhaps I’ll get outside to enjoy a beverage in the fleeting warmth & sunshine. Who knows. The day is my oyster, until the last sections come in and I have to scramble to add them in. No matter.

Attendance at school is back up to close to normal. On friday my oldest class had seven kids, out of a possible 23. Which is pretty wild if you ask me. My youngest had their class collapsed into another due to teacher absences, and missing kids. Must be very strange school life during these Covid times. I remember a months long teacher strike when I was very little, and all we did was draw all day. From September until Christmas I thought we were still aiming towards Halloween and drew pictures of skeletons and dead people for months. A meeting was had and questions asked. But it turns out, having a grade one student be totally aimless for four months meant I didn’t realize Halloween had come and gone, so I just kept on with that spooky feeling for months after the fact. I even drew a santa claus with dead reindeer, to incorporate the two best things in a child’s mind. Christmas and Halloween. Must be why I like The Nightmare Before Christmas so much. Ticks all of the above boxes for me.

I’m thinking of starting to build our gazebo next week. Just have to pin down where exactly the missus wants it to go, as moving it after the fact will prove very difficult. Plus I get to remove the enormous box from my shed! I don’t recall how many years it’s been in there. But woah Betty! Can’t wait to get it out, and set it up. Next week!

Easter holiday this weekend, means two short school weeks. With warming weather perhaps we’ll get out on our bicycles for a short ride. No big get together again this year. Going on year three of skipped family stuff. For the best. We’ll make bacon instead of ham, how about that! 450 degrees for ten to twelve minutes. Crispy, not burnt bacon! Bam. Delicious.