We managed a very biblical Easter, meeting behind closed doors like the disciples except now with more Zoom. Hannah arranged activities for Pete and Levi and Lexi, and although the egg hunt was virtual the chocolate was very real. Pete benefited from having no siblings to contend with when hunting for his candy, but did lose out when "parent tax" was levied. What? It's too dangerous for my usual post-Easter trip to the supermarket for cut-price peanut butter cups.
So things inside the house continue serenely, where my position as Principal/Janitor of homeschool remains relatively secure. The world outside continues to go a little mad, with plunging oil prices and talks of prematurely opening everything up again (although we Texans have been taking things seriously, so are looking quite good compared to projections). Of course, Trump has now announced that all immigration is banned but - like most of what he says - no one's sure what he means. Are we currently immigrating, so will be affected? Have we immigrated, so won't be? Grammar is important! Grandma is important as well, but that's a different story.
Socially distanced Easter activities. Perhaps I could use the back fence as a makeshift confessional! Neigbourhood gossip has indeed suffered in these times.
Even Pete admitted "maybe I ate too much sugar".
Parks were shut for Easter but roads were open and very empty. We had to swing by Chevron to make sure it was still there.
A virtual cub scout talent show!
Pete showed off his drumming.
Lots of things are hot and cross these days.
"You're a cheat!" accuses Pete. What's new?
Some visitors still insist on calling during lockdown.
