Ordinary

A completely ordinary scene, in which ordinary now includes wearing a mask (when moving about) and social distancing. I'd fled gone there to escape a bit of drama and kerfuffle at home. School's going fine, but there was quite a bit of back-and-forth this morning. Daughter I. needed to suddenly set up cello shop in the living room, which meant she had to burst into the room where son D. was in a class meeting in order to fetch her cello, and I needed to stop making a racket unloading the dishwasher in the kitchen and sidle past so I wouldn't suddenly appear on twenty high schoolers' screens in my pjs. There's more - much more - but that's already too much. I ended up getting lots of work done at Starbucks, and the home world got on just fine without me. 

Sister K. is safe on the Oregon coast but socked in with smoke. Stepdad D.'s family members, including his 97-year-old Aunt Joan, have been evacuated from south of Portland. 

Visiting the lovely journals of blipfoto friends in the late evening is most relaxing after being preoccupied with Covid, wildfires, high school drama, upcoming elections, and memories of DC on this day 19 years ago.