And on the 84th day it became just a diary. I don’t think I could keep calling it my Covid-19 blog once I started putting a toe out into the world and letting it come in to mine. At some point along the way I think I became a hermit rather than an isolator. I need to reimbrace the world I love so much. It began this week with the complete expansion of my bubble to include the Campbell Family and then today with having my Granddaughter, Emmy for a sleep over. She is the first person to spend more time than a quick use of my bathroom in my house in well over 84 days. She may also me the first sleep-over of 2020 which is remarkable.
After I awoke today I spent hours drinking coffee, chatting with young Zoë on kids messenger and finally getting the puzzle done that I have had on my table for weeks. It was so obsessively satisfying!
I got showered finally and organized my den/office/spare room so Ms E would have a place to sleep and I wouldn’t be threatened by the pile of crap I still have to sort out. Now most of it is hidden in totes, lol. The weather was nice most of the day and then when Danika arrived to drop Emmy off the promised foul weather was threatening. That however did not stop this bold three year old from demanding to get in. The first thing we did was manage to have her slip backwards off the floaty and have a full submersion which barely caused her to flinch as she had her water wings on which worked like a dream. She did acknowledge it was cold but there was no keeping her out. Ashlée came by with Sawyer and he was much more comfortable avoiding the water but they still played well together and everyone had hot chocolate and shared a shrimp ring round the fire until the weather seemed to be getting dangerously near.
We had a great evening together and it was still so odd to have someone actually in my house, touching things… but she was quick to point out that her daycare Diana taught her to make lots of bubbles and wash her hands well, which we did, often.
Having her here really ties in to my thoughts from yesterday, you see this little blond cherub tans very well as her father is half Caribbean. She will experience white privilege, he does not. There was a time when he was nervous to take her out of the park in her stroller while she was crying as people would stare at the brown guy leaving with a very white looking baby in distress. And that was here in Cranbrook. Conversely, no one questioned my having a brown baby. He looks so much like me there is no doubt he is my son but no one would question anyway as helpful white people often have adopted mixed race children. I will tell our story in a future episode. For now I want to soak in the day, cherish the love from a grand and enjoy my evening.
triumphgal 