Still No Word

 

STILL awaiting the election results.  Now in a time when every day seems like weeks, it is agonizing...

This morning, Zibbi asked me to go for a walk.  The last week we have had highs in the 60s and 70s, an unexpected gift.  And nobody has wanted to go outside.  Benja even had 3 days he didn't shower or change clothes.  We weren't sure at what point we should call "The Sad Teen Hotline" (as seen on Star vs The Forces of Evil on Disney+).  He informed us 5 days was the cut off.   Zibbi, in particular, is super content to stay at home.  Which, has been a great quality to have during a pandemic.  But then suddenly I will realize it has been days, possibly weeks since she has left the house.  So, there was no possible way I could say "no" to her request for outside time.  We set off for a walk to the river.  Afterwards, we decided to walk the abandoned railroad tracks on the way home.  As we were walking, Zibbi created a game where leaves were acid and rocks were lava, so we had to be extremely careful NOT to get

burned.  Then we saw a used mask, and I asked if that had Covid, if we were also trying to escape the current pandemic in the game.  Zibbi paused to consider.  She then replied in the affirmative, that yes, we were also trying to escape Covid.  The twist was, we would GET Covid if we put on the mask when there wasn't another person around.  Hmmm.  That sounds vaguely familiar.   We came to the end of the tracks, and Zibbi tried to leap to the end and fell instead.  It seems so unjust when a child is having fun playing and they suddenly fall hard on the concrete and in this case metal of the tracks.  At first, I thought, maybe she was going to be ok, then she began to wail.  Luckily, we only had a block left to arrive home, and we talked about eating a popsicle, which distracted her from the pain.  By the time we arrived on our block, she sprinted home, the fall all but forgotten.  This may be an incredibly boring story.  I can't tell anymore.