Day 22: Neighbors

Today, as I walked a dog around the cul-de-sac, I noticed my neighbor, Angela, sitting criss-cross applesauce on her driveway and cutting up paper.

“Working on your scissor skills?” I asked.

“Yup! I had the kids watercolor some paper, and I’m sizing it for them to make Easter cards.”

“Did you also make the paper from pulp in a tree you cut down by yourself?”

“There’s that, and if this goes on long enough …”

“You’ll start dying the watercolors from berries you forage in the forest.”

“Exactly.”

Quarantine, the Great Equalizer. Everyone’s a homesteader. Everyone’s a hunter and gatherer.