2020 I’m waving a white flag over here. You took Justice Ginsburg. That’s enough now. And on Rosh Hashanah no less, as fitting as that may be.
BB tells me,
“We’re not Jews.”
“Why do you say that?”
“We don’t look like Jews.”
“What do Jews look like?”
“They wear grass skirts.”
I have NO idea where this information is coming from. She goes to a Jewish preschool with Jewish kids who look all sorts of ways: mainly small and 2 to 5 years old. I have not seen anyone in grass skirts.
Jews aside, Captain is building a deck.
Not just any deck. A dry deck with a third garage bay and more square footage than the condo we used to live in.
We’re in year 2 of construction. I was never tempted to blog about it before, but dire times call for home improvement blogs. Or really whatever material I can scrounge up around the house.
I was under no delusions that it would be finished last year. And this year doesn’t seem to be its year either. Maybe next year.
We’ve been home since March, but the pandemic induced inertia is real around here. There are so many little projects I could’ve, should’ve done by now, but I keep thinking,
“Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe next month. Or maybe when we have a new president.”
We’ve been hanging out on the part of the deck that’s finished. It’s 5 feet off the ground with no railings.
Captain is as sick of it as I am, so it’s nice to have someone to commiserate with about it. As we snuggled on the couch and complained, I sighed and said,
“The good news is RB won’t even remember this.”
On second thought, I turn to him and say in my most serious voice,
“This better not go on long enough for her to remember it.”
Captain starts daydreaming about the changes we want to make to the kitchen. I used to enjoy planning this too. Now I tell him,
“Nope. I will die in this 1980’s kitchen before we remodel it for 3 years.”
2021 I hope to see you soon, feel free to bring some good news: a new president, 13 Supreme Court justices and a deck with railings and stairs.