We’re back in quarantine. Don’t forget your toilet paper.
We made the last of our freedom and skipped off to the non-fiction, coastal Pleasantville that is Seabrook. We didn’t know at the time of booking it would be our last excursion before a new stay-at-home order, but I sure am glad we made the call to go. The weather wasn’t great, mostly rainy, and the sea was rough and unpredictable. That didn’t prevent my hardened Pacific Northwest children dressed like Alaskan fishermen from wanting to dig into the wet sand.
Getting to the sand was more the challenge. The carriage house we stayed in was a good half mile away from the beach. Oh did you whine about the walk both directions. Your Mom and I like to walk. We are a family that walks and takes the slower, tougher path sometimes.
You complained, “My legs are too tired to walk” and “Why do we have to walk so much?”
My same reply: “We are a family that walks.”
It’s all about getting some exercise and fresh air, even through a mask.
This stay-at-home order feels a little less shocking this time. The seal is broken. We sort of expected it with record-breaking COVID cases. For the first time, we know a lot more people who have contracted COVID. Knock on wood, we’re staying healthy.
A lot of schools are closed down and even our home school pod is slowing down. We’re likely to have a very small Thanksgiving and Christmas season ahead with little extended family interaction. I’m trying to figure out how we logistically make the most of the ski season ahead (the most wonderful time of the year) without the benefits of staying at friends’ cabins.
It’s all the same to you, and your resilient, creative personality reminds me of that. I just wish “the same” was a little easier, a little more social, a little more fun to navigate. Yet, we walk ahead.
Love, Dad