Grace is Five

Who could resist such a smile? Grace is our great niece and the girl knows how to party! The little video of her blowing out the five candles on her celebratory doughnut is hilarious. It took at least five tries and subconscious horrified thoughts about enthusiastic, blowing spitting on food were going through our minds, but it is, after all, strictly a nuclear family bubble party!

I observe with interest my moods as this seemingly endless year of Covid restrictions grinds on. I seem to be increasingly content to stay at home. As I read about increasing cases of Covid variants it seems to be the best place to be until we have both had both our shots.

It is raining today which is good for the garden and a good excuse for staying inside. I got out only long enough this morning to prune the orange tree and harvest two grocery bags full of oranges.I don’t have any idea if this is the right time time to prune it but logic tells me that when the limbs can barely support the fruit, it is time.

Once the rain got started in earnest I resurrected a hand stitched skirt project that has lain moribund for months. I can’t finish the quilt until the recipients choose the fabric they want for the sashing and the back.

I no longer worry about feelings of accomplishment as long as I have something interesting to do.

Spike is resigned to staying inside although he would much prefer to be outside chasing his beloved Kong. He doesn’t care about rain but this Californian is spoiled. If the weather is bad I have no desire to go out in it.

John and I had a discussion about food and agreed that we are quite happy to eat the same old favorites at least until we get tired of them. It makes the cooking and the shopping easier. I think I’m over toiling over a hot stove. Tonight we’re having hamburgers but they won’t be barbecued for obvious reasons.

We’ll probably eat them in front of the television news although my mother would be spinning in her grave.She was always a stickler for properly prepared nicely served family meals. But coming together in the evening for a family meal after a day away at work and school was a different affair and I appreciate that.

Coming to terms with a Covid quarantine doesn’t seem too different from coming to terms with advancing age. I’m glad to be facing it all with some measure of acceptance...