Easter, Hobbies and Mr. Pillow
Happy Easter! It is sixteen degrees and snowing. I am watching the Easter bunnies (Cottontails) run across the yard looking for something to eat beneath the snow. This isn’t the Easter I’ve been looking forward to.
The twins are in quarantine in town. Elaine, Ivy and I are in quarantine at home on weekends. The governor has decided I do not need to be in quarantine if I am on my way to or from or building a taco restaurant. I'm called essential. Elaine planning power lines in non-essential and must stay at home. (Hey, don't start yelling at me, blame the governor. It's not my fault the guy loves tacos.) In fairness to the governor, he did ask the workers to wear masks while building the restaurant. One guy actually wore one.
The governor said Your Daily Fiber is non-essential, so Ivy is in quarantine taking care of Otis, the cow.
Elaine and Ivy are quite happy staying at home. Elaine has her new loom, Ivy can knit. Me? I haven't quite figured out what I can do. I spend a lot of time staring. Two weeks ago I read, last week I went for a bicycle ride. I've crossed both of those off my quarantine bucket list. This weekend I have no ideas. Elaine suggested a house purge. I don't remember that one being on my list.
As I mentioned Elaine has a new loom to play with. While I was at work this past week, Elaine rearranged the living room to accommodate her new loom. It may surprise some of you, but we didn’t have space for a loom the size of a 1971 Volkswagon Beetle in our living room. Some things had to be relocated and somethings had to go.
If I sound a little bitter, well, I am. Elaine moved my plants out of the living room. The kids gifted me a hydroponic garden for Christmas. It had to go. The plants are now on the kitchen cabinets. Elaine tells me she has an idea, where SHE can relocate plants. So much for “A Man is the King of his Castle!” I am neither the King nor is this my castle.