The Plague Diaries: Day 28 Easter Breakfast in Quarantine
Just got off the video chat. Easter Breakfast with the fambo. To sum up the event, I think quarantine makes the weird get weirder.
I asked my niece and nephew what the Easter Bunny brought: They got cold hard cash. Four eggs each containing a crumpled up Andrew Jackson. The Easter Bunny may have lacked inspiration this year. Or, as was suggested, he's laid up with the 'rona. After all, he's old as dirt and doing a shit job social distancing. Leaving a trail of Covids across the nation.
My niece started talking about the Powerpoint presentation she put together entitled "Things I want for my Birthday." Topping the list is a duck. Apparently you can purchase potty-trained ducks. Grandma came out fully against the idea. She grew up with a groundhog living under the couch.
Not sure if that means she's a voice of experience when it comes to wild animals in your house, or if it means she has zero standing to weigh in.
Personally I was for it. The dog would eat the duck in about T minus 5 minutes and the leftovers could feed the family through the end of the pandemic. Ella was completely unimpressed by my survivalist attitude. She went off to watch YouTube videos immediately.
This was all the excuse Pop needed to start reading aloud from the new Manga physics book he bought on Amazon. He says graphic novels are a great way to learn the physical sciences.
Also, it turns out there are vigilantes in mom and pop's retirement community. Pop was out on his bike and got waylaid by two cottontops in an Oldsmobile. They asked if he was a resident in the senior community where they live. Because he had to scram off the property if he didn't live there.
Pop's resident ID was in his other coat so things got a little dicey. He may have had to escape across a lawn.
At that point, my brother's phone ran out of batteries and I had to go to the bathroom. We're meeting up again for dinner on Wednesday. I'll let you know how all these storylines play out.
I asked my niece and nephew what the Easter Bunny brought: They got cold hard cash. Four eggs each containing a crumpled up Andrew Jackson. The Easter Bunny may have lacked inspiration this year. Or, as was suggested, he's laid up with the 'rona. After all, he's old as dirt and doing a shit job social distancing. Leaving a trail of Covids across the nation.
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| The Easter Bunny brings cold hard cash. |
Not sure if that means she's a voice of experience when it comes to wild animals in your house, or if it means she has zero standing to weigh in.
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| Ella wants a duck for her birthday. |
Personally I was for it. The dog would eat the duck in about T minus 5 minutes and the leftovers could feed the family through the end of the pandemic. Ella was completely unimpressed by my survivalist attitude. She went off to watch YouTube videos immediately.
This was all the excuse Pop needed to start reading aloud from the new Manga physics book he bought on Amazon. He says graphic novels are a great way to learn the physical sciences.
Also, it turns out there are vigilantes in mom and pop's retirement community. Pop was out on his bike and got waylaid by two cottontops in an Oldsmobile. They asked if he was a resident in the senior community where they live. Because he had to scram off the property if he didn't live there.
Pop's resident ID was in his other coat so things got a little dicey. He may have had to escape across a lawn.
At that point, my brother's phone ran out of batteries and I had to go to the bathroom. We're meeting up again for dinner on Wednesday. I'll let you know how all these storylines play out.
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