As Usual and As Not

It’s been an interesting tenday.

We had a Friday the 13th. Nothing unusual about that.

We celebrated annual Pi(e) Day. A tad more unusual, since it’s only once a year.

We enjoyed the Spring Equinox, a day earlier than usual – the earliest, in fact, that it’s been for 124 years.

And we headed home from our snowbird haven a full four weeks earlier than planned. Sniff. (That’s a non-viral sniff.) That’s unprecedented.

Now we’re embarking on our 14 days of house arrest, trying to maintain our senses of humour. Well, the Big Guy is pretty level, also as usual, so we’re both trying to maintain my sense of humour.


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16 Responses to As Usual and As Not

  1. Alison Uhrbach says:

    I was waiting for your email to arrive! nice to have something routine in these days of nothing normal

  2. Tom Watson says:

    If you want something to celebrate today, it’s Mothering Sunday.

    You and the Big Guy keep smilin’, Isabel.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Tom – Ah, is that so? I saw something online (for the UK, maybe?) about people being urged not to visit their mothers on “this weekend’s Mother’s Day” so p’raps I misread. I feel better. I was thinking that if we’re still doing this in May, I may hit someone.

  3. Tom Watson says:

    My almost-four-years-younger sister tried to hit me a few times. Early on, I learned how to duck!

  4. There is always photography – my solace for all occasions. You do such good detail photos. I hope lots of birds come to your yard. OK, not like in Arizona, but our own Canadian stars.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Judith – Good point. I *was* wondering whether/how I could buy bird-feeder filler without breaking quarantine. Maybe I will Call a Friend. And maybe I will learn to take photos of Other Things.

  5. Welcome home, Isabel! May you find safe haven.

    Here’s a note to you and to Tom Watson. “Mothering Sunday” has nothing to do with “Mother’s Day.” It was celebrated in England as the day servants were allowed to return to their “mother” churches to celebrate time with their families. The “Simnel Cake,” much like a Christmas fruitcake but with marzipan filling and topping, was traditionally given by servant girls to their mothers when they returned home on Mothering Sunday. Those cakes drew on the rich resources of the great houses where they served and were a special treat, no doubt, on the tables where they were eaten. They could be enjoyed because Sundays were and are considered a kind of reprieve from Lenten fasting.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Laurna – Many thanks. May we all find safe haven. As for Mothering Sunday, I *love* marzipan. (Just sayin’.) But I wouldn’t be so fond of being a servant girl.

      • I strongly suspect the appeal of Downton Abbey is for the “upstairs” drama and a mythical notion that the “downstairs” dramas could actually intertwine.

        • Isabel Gibson says:

          Laurna – Yes. I remember reading that the director’s biggest problem was keeping the upstairs folks from hugging the downstairs ones – and, even, acknowledging their service. So I’m guessing it would indeed be a myth.

  6. Eric Hrycyk says:

    It appears you have forgotten the day which adds time to your life….February 29th.

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