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Splurging

While I have no peaches and cream view of this pandemic, I am enjoying being home. I love being home for long periods of time. I love reading and playing piano and being reminded of the adventure that's immediately outside my door. I know in time this will wear on me and on everyone else. As the hill we've been hiking every day to get our yayas out turns muddy and slick in the coming weeks, we will be challenged to find ways to get exercise. Today we made snow angels and my son prayed for the elderly and healthcare workers. Today we made banana bread and didn't fight about who does what jobs. Today was good. My kids won't be satisfied with seeing their friends on video calls forever and only each other and us as companions. And I won't even touch the ways in which I can make myself crazy with fearful conjecture into the future. It's not all warm bread and books. But today was good.

snow angel photograph
When I first got the news that we would be in our houses for such a length of time, I took money I'd squirreled away for meals on an upcoming vacation and we took it to the local book store. I normally have my kids use the library but I knew this would make for something special and different. In fact, I've never taken them to buy books.

Friday March 13, we walked into the Next Page in Frisco with 15 minutes until close and I let my kids buy over 10 books, spending nearly $150 in those 15 minutes. You'll notice, in this picture, my youngest didn't even take his coat off before diving into them.

Perhaps the greatest splurge is warm bread and new books.

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