Diary 30
Diary 30
Friday, April 17th
Today was spent tidying the yard, and transporting my wife’s materials from her studio back to the house. The Arts Center at which she rents space is, well, closed, shut down etc. She couldn’t get her stuff until yesterday. Now we have most of it in the attic room.
4591 covid-19 deaths were reported in the US in the previous 24 hours.
The anti-lockdown protesters seem to be gaining some attention. I can only assume that they are keen, perhaps desperate, to get back to work. One bore a sign that said ‘America will never be a socialist country’. I’m entirely not sure what to make of that. We regularly bail out banks and large industries. So, does he not want his stimulus check? He can send it to me.
Our granddaughter Ivy (aged one year and ten months) worked out how to use her mother’s phone to call us. However impressive that may be she’s not exactly proficient at words, yet, she just wanted to hold up her toys so we could see them on facetime. Her mom, working from home, is delighted to be able to spend so much time with her five daughters. She no longer has to drive to her tutoring sessions, and so has a couple of hours a day free that she would not have had otherwise. With this she’s implemented a schedule that includes some home-school activities, lots of art and books, and ‘magic hour’ when the bedrooms get tidied. I think they’ve never been happier. The lockdown hasn’t been all bad.
