Big Pig 5 - Days 4-6: Bad Break(s)

Erica took off work the first day down here, and we spent a leisurely morning at the pool and an afternoon at the beach. As usual, we had the pool to ourselves. Only about 25% of The Oaks' inhabitants live here year round--the true and hardy tobacco-skinned sun worshippers--and the rest are snow birds. James' first time in a pool and ocean happened here when he was about 3 months old, so it was fun to reintroduce him to these spots, and watch Juliet jump into a pool and see the ocean for the first time in her memory (it's unlikely she remembers anything from Hawai'i in 2019). 

 It was a good day. We didn't spend a ton of time at the beach--we got there sorta late in the afternoon and just wanted to intro the kids to it, before going back for a day-long stay on Saturday. They loved it. James got exhausted in the waves, as was the design, and Juliet got beat up a bit in the shallow wash, and mainly got covered in sand. We came back to the condo and grilled and put the kids to bed early. Vacation, all I ever wanted. 

Pool to ourselves (Juliet in foreground) 

 Things went sideways on Tuesday, though. The day started off normally enough. A nice morning at the pool. James caught a gecko in his hands and put it in his little bug cage. Just after Juliet awoke from her nap, James went downstairs to the sidewalk to hunt for more geckos (he's obsessed). He leaped off a low wall to catch one and...broke his foot. At least we think it's broken. I took him to the emergency care office in town, and the X-rays were inconclusive (we're awaiting a call today from a pediatric radiologist with a final verdict). We were really worried he'd have to get a cast put on which would essentially end our vacation just as it begun, it being a heavily swimming-centered vacation. But instead he got a clunky plastic boot and the go-ahead to use the pool as long as he doesn't run or jump. And he can't play in the waves, either, poor kid.

The intrepid hunter, before the accident...

...and after

So...if it's broken, it's two weeks, then back to the doctor (which is inconvenient, seeing as we're supposed to be in the Outer Banks in two weeks.)  And if it's not (please, God), he just has to wear it until it stops hurting.  

EDIT: Just got a call--it's a break.  Ugh, poor kid.  Now I've got to take him to a doctor down here to see if he needs to get a cast.--and a cast, it needn't be said, is pretty much a vacation ruiner.  

Setting that aside for a moment, the rest of the day was ok considering, with the kids watching tv and James sporting a bag of frozen veggies on his foot.  We ordered pizza from a local woodfired place which was perfectly cromulent.

Today was...a bit better.  The morning was spent in the pool, where we had a nice long chat with one of the year-round residents about the merits of Cape Canaveral living.  Juliet pretty much paddled around endlessly "all by herself," occasionally climbing back out just to throw herself back in again.  James did his best to leave his left leg trailing behind him, even as we all played tag in the water.  On the way back to the condo, however, James leaned on a tree in *another* effort to catch a gecko and, trying to right himself against it, left a few deep splinters in his fingertips.  

Total insanity ensued.  After a literal hour of screaming and pleading, I managed to extract a tiny sliver of bark from his finger, leaving the other piece in there for later ("Daddy, PLEASE leave that one for now and let me go.")  Whereas the afternoon was spent in the pool again, this time with both James and Juliet ruthlessly chatting up some helpless retiree who just wanted to enjoy her book in peace, the afterpool session featured another hour and a half of freaking out about getting the remaining itsy bitsy splinter out.  On a facetime call, Grandpa suggested sucking on the finer to draw the splinter closer to the surface, and low and behold, the wisdom of the ages proved true, and it came right out (without the aid of any of the needles we'd sterilized for the purpose).

Tomorrow, James is off to the orthopedist to see if he really does need a cast instead of the boot.  Please no.

BIG PIG 5: Days 1-3

Greetings!  I know it's been a while since I rapped at ya'.  After spending more than a year hunkered down during the pandemic, we're very happy to report that it's finally vacation time again!  We're on a new Big Pig trip, the first with Juliet, which we're calling "BIG PIG 5: The Light at the End of the Tunnel."  I'm right now sitting on the porch at Tom and Cher's new condo in Cape Canaveral with a tasty Keybilly Beer in hand--lemme catch you up to speed on what's happened so far.

We left Chicago Friday afternoon and, after battling traffic all the way down through the city, ended up in Tippecanoe River State Park in northern Indiana.  We were joined by the Bondis, Desmonds, Hunt/Gardners, and Anne.  This state park is kind of just there.  The river isn't particularly large.  There aren't any falls, or hills or limestone cliffs or gullies to hike through, like their are in central and southern Indiana.  It's mostly just a patch of flat woodlands with and an extremely crowded camp site.  That's ok!  Camping is fun on its own, and we even saw a snake swimming in the river with a fish in its mouth, so that was worth the price of admission on its own ($9, incidentally).   

James has camped out several times before, but Juliet was new to the game.  She slept on a crib mattress in the tent and, despite having a hard time settling down at night (it may have been the pop and smores), did pretty well for a first-timer!  In the morning we were joined by the Stals, but not before going on a 2.4 mile walk, which Juju managed along with the other big kids. 

The smores

Family tent pic

At about 1:30 Saturday, we packed up and hit the road, leaving the rest of the crew to stay another night.  Our destination: a random Days Inn in Murfreesboro, TN.  At six hours, this trip rivaled in length our previous family road trip record to/from northern Michigan.  It was fine, I can happily report.  We sort of bribed James to be good by playing the audiobook of the sixth Harry Potter book, which he'd been dying to read for months.  It worked like a charm (pun!).  In fact, it kept him mostly happy the next day, too, which hit the twelve hour mark (!)--from Murfreesboro all the way to Cape Canaveral.  Juliet was *mostly* good, but in the waning hours kind of melted down when she learned that we'd arrived in Florida (which, to be fair, was where she was told was our destination), but weren't stopping.  What didn't help was the 30+ minute stop over at a Publix in Palm Coast, home of the slowest deli line in history.

So, we made it by 9pm EST.  The kids were bushed and we should have hit the hay pronto, but after putting the kids to bed, Erica and I started the Dr. Thorne miniseries.  

What is the trip really all about?  Getting out.  Getting away from the four walls that have held us since March of last year.  The world is waking up, and we just want to lay in the sun at a beach.  Vacation, all we ever wanted.

Quarantine Days 25-infinity

 Well, that sucked.

Quarantine 2020 - Days 4-24

Before I began the quarantine section of this blog, I should have realized the basic sameness of all days when you're stuck inside...I did two entries for the first three days, and now it's April 4th, Palm Sunday, and I'm just getting around to the third.

Day 4 was Erica's 40th birthday.  She opened some presents from me (well, an envelope with pieces of paper in it telling her what he presents were...)  I got her a trip to Portland, though who knows when we'll take it, and another year's subscription to the wine of the month club of a local wine shop in town.  We were supposed to have a knock down, drag out bash at a cool retro bar in the city.  We'd rented out its back room, I bought a bunch of decoration, tons of people were coming, but like all good things these days, the day came and went and we didn't get to celebrate.  When this thing is finally all over, I know two people in this house who are owed big time.

Anyway, again, it's now early April. Most of our days have proceeded thusly: wake up around 6:30am.  Try to get James to do his school work while I send an email to my students with their daily work.  Erica goes upstairs to work and stays there till 4pm.  Juliet begs for food constantly, often going into the pantry to retrieve an apple sauce squeezer and bring it to you to open.  Snack at 10am, Lunch at 11:30.  Juliet naps from noon to about 2:15 while James zones out on tv.  After, we maybe head outside for some time on the swings, and/or hitting baseballs into the neighbor's yard and/or trying to learn to ride a bike, but whining a bunch about not being able to do it.  A nice family walk, and then dinner, then Juliet goes down for bed.  James gets read to (Harry Potter 4).  We get some time to watch tv or read in the evening, then to bed.  Wash. rinse, repeat.  We haven't gone anywhere beyond about a half-mile radius from our home. 

Quarantine 2020 - Day 3

No fever news to report, thank God, so our magic number is 11.  Also, no even semi-puncturings of our protective bubble today.  The closest we got to other people was taking a walk over to the middle school basketball courts and passing a dad with his toddler daughter wandering aimlessly in a field, leaving about a 20 foot distance between us.  They seemed nice, but I guess we'll never know.

Today was "Lucky Day" (the day between James and Erica's birthdays, as decided by James).  We celebrated it by building a sofa cushion fort and then watching Juliet destroy it to the strains of Mylee Cyrus' "Wrecking Ball."   Other fun time-wasting activities: building legos, eating yesterday's pumpkin pie, um...putzing around the house, uh... Juliet has adopted this cute little habit of bringing her coat and hat to you indicate she wants to go out and swing on the playset.  Let's see...what else?  James got to play video games for the first time yesterday, and today was very proud to have gotten all the way to Level 3 of Sonic the Chipmunk, so there's that. 

Pre-St. Patty's baby

Tomorrow is Erica's 40th birthday.  On her 30th, we had an insane night of flip cup at Bridget's old apartment.  Tomorrow is unlikely to feature the same.  She'll get a few presents, and will get to choose the evening movie.  Maybe she'll want to play a game of Carcasonne or Uno? 

If the tenor is this blog entry isn't to your liking, perhaps tune in tomorrow for a report on Erica's birthday, which should feature something in the way of news.  If you're reading this today, please stay in.  Don't go outside.  Don't go near anyone else.  Write a song.  Read a novel.  Pander to small children and their strange and infeasible ideas. 

Stay clean!

QUARANTINE 2020 - Day 2

Happy birthday, James!

We did our best to make the kid feel special today.  He came in at 6:04am and informed us of his own magnanimity in sleeping in until six ("which is how old I am!").  He was awestruck by all of the crappy decorations we strung up while he was sleeping last night, and he tore right into his presents.  Most of the day he spent in his room doing his  new Lego Hogwarts Express set.  In the afternoon, I bent my otherwise iron laws against video games and introduced him to (in his words) "Sonic the Chipmunk."  He was instantly addicted, and we had to tear him from it after about half an hour.

James picked the cuisine today.  Breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup and whipped cream.  Lunch: bagel dogs.  Dinner: frozen pizza.  Desert: ice cream.  Ugh.  With a diet like this, it's gonna be a struggle not to pack on the ol' Covid 19, am I right?

James loving life regardless of circumstances

We had a surprise visitor today.  Uncle Tommy came by for his godson's birthday, claiming to have misunderstood Erica's request not to visit because we're, you know, quarantined.  He didn't stay long, but did bring by two kid-sized outdoor basketballs for James.  I don't know if his visit sets us back to Day 1 on the quarantine, but we decided 'no' since we've already started, and we'll keep extra vigilant on Day 15 to see if we don't get a fever.

Juju takes a reading break on her back

James got lots of video calls from family and friends, and Erica and I broke into our second consecutive nice bottle of wine.  Tomorrow is "Lucky Day," a day decided by James as being lucky since it's the one day that falls between his and Erica's birthday.  Traditionally, the literal Ides of March is not considered "lucky" per se, but nothing means anything anymore in this new insane world we live in.

Stay clean!

Quarantine 2020

DAY 1

Well, it's quarantine season out there, what with the first truly global pandemic since the Spanish Flu of Aught-18.  Erica recently discovered that someone at her office has a suspected case of COVID-19, so we took it upon ourselves to hunker down for a whole fortnight at home.  I've spent the last several weeks larding up our larder with all manner of frozen goods, bottled water, and disinfecting agents, and here we finally are.  It looks pretty grim out there, so while I did feel a bit foolish in the beginning stage of the buying spree, I (lamentably) feel decidedly less so now.

The virus usually shows up first as a fever within 4-5 days of infection, but can lie dormant inside you for up to two weeks.  Basically, we need make the following deadlines to ensure we don't have the bug:
1.) If we don't have a fever by tomorrow, we likely didn't contract the virus on our weekend getaway to Memphis (cool city, cool trip!)
2.) If we don't have a fever by Wednesday, we likely didn't contract it from Erica, whose last day at work was yesterday.
3.) If we don't have a fever by Friday, March 27th, we are almost certainly in the free and clear as long as we aren't exposed after that.  It scares me even to even type this out, since I've spent only one day cooped up in the house/backyard, and that last date seems...man...really far away right now.

Juju enjoys a *lengthy* swing

Tomorrow is James' birthday, poor kid.  What was going to be a blockbuster morning spent marching in the downtown St. Patrick's Day parade, an afternoon at Dave & Busters, and an evening being feted by friends, is now a long-ass day spent at home with his mom and dad and annoying baby sister.  We're going to put up a bunch of decorations, feed him ice cream and pumpkin pie, and do our absolute best to make him feel special.  You only turn six once! 

Erica has made a nice schedule to give our days some structure.  And here it is:

Sorry this is sideways

We did have three possible punctures in our otherwise hermetically-sealed day: a FedEx lady came by with a package (from China, no less), and I had to sign for it with her pen.  Nora dropped off some tupperware but didn't come in, and James' teacher came by with the books and supplies he'll need to do some schoolwork during the reprieve.  His school is off until April 13th.  Mine has moved to "E-Learning" indefinitely. 

Friends, please stay clean out there.