The PVP Diaries #53

A stain isn’t always a stain

Update 6-1

I’m just a guy eating cake for breakfast at 5:30 AM.

The first time I wrote anything about the Coronavirus was on March 13. Technically, I didn’t write it. CS Lewis did. It’s June 1st now, two and a half months or so later. Washington’s stay home order has been lifted, only not really, because phases are still phases and we’re coming slowly out of this thing, county by county. Even then it’s all 25% capacities and face coverings and 5-person limits. Unless you’re rioting or protesting. I love how many people watched The United States burning over the last week, whose first thoughts were “OMG there’s gonna be so many new cases of COVID now.”


 

Wuhan veranda 2

Obviously, furnishing it is an important next step.

I’m also refinishing our front door. Well, technically it’s more of a side door, but it’s the main entrance. The front-front is not very accessible with the way our house is situated. All the comings and goings happen on the side, next to the garage.

Door Job

I’ll pull the door back down today and remove the hardware to finish the sanding. It’s kind of important to time it all so that I can get it done and rehung before bedtime tonight. We also have to do some clever sheet-hanging to keep the cats from getting out. Oh, the challenges of this life. After doing the schoolwork swap for The Boy this morning, I’ll head out to pick up all the stain and such.

I took The Boy to meet up with a friend yesterday for some bike riding. We drove through our very familiar town, but in places that we haven’t seen in over two months. I drove by Target, recalling the time in March when I went there with my daughter and we bought the only remaining toilet paper – an 8-pack of some ridiculous recycled virtue brand that the hoarders wouldn’t touch. Everything was still such a joke then. Yesterday the parking lot was utterly packed. Some life is more normal than others.

The Boy was able to hang out with a friend he hadn’t seen since school closed, and I was able to hang with the dad, who is also a friend of mine. We did walks around the large park while he helped his daughter learn to ride her bike, and the boys pedaled around on their own. It was so refreshing.

After coming home, our family went over to another friend’s house where we sat outside on their patio for a couple of hours and had a few drinks and snacks and conversation that has been sorely missed. On the way home The Boy said, in a burst of odd epiphany, “can we go to the Habit Burger drive thru?” Oh my God, yes. What genius. We had cheeseburgers, French fries, and onion rings. And fry sauce. These three months we’ve been suc good little homebodies – only occasionally ordering pizza when I’ve worked too much to feel like cooking. Fast food hasn’t even occurred to us.

It was a divine end to a heavenly day.

 

Don’t hold the onions, Comrade Citizen!


Take what you want from this. It’s just a feeling. Tidy madness:

If I can’t save you,
Then I will take away your pain and
Drown it in the ocean alone.
If love won’t swallow,
Then I will tie it down to bed or
Keep it in my pocket with you.

So will you wait for me?
Love, will you wait for me?
So will you wait for me?
Love, will you wait for me?

And I can see this.
You are the apple of my eye,
The star up in my sky shooting,
And I’m aware that
You must look beyond the obvious
To find yourself a purpose or
A place to hide.

I’m terrified of who I am inside.
I’m a broken matchstick man.
Be my conduit.
This lullaby won’t lull the boy inside.
I’m a traitor to myself.
Be my old disguise.

I’m terrified of who I am inside.
I’m a broken matchstick man. (What have we all become?)
Be my conduit. (What’s lost is found.)
This lullaby won’t lull the boy inside.
I’m a traitor to myself. (What have we all become?)
(What’s lost is found.)

So will you wait for me?
Love, will you wait for me?
So will you wait for me?
Love, will you wait for me?

 

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