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Sunday, April 12

Here comes Peter Cottontail

10:42 Sunday 4/12/20 Easter

I’m getting ready to go out for a walk in a little while. It’s chilly but the sun is out. I’m going to FaceTime call the kids this afternoon. I just discovered the little tomato and zinnia plants I grew in the house from seeds and put out on the patio the other day when it was so warm have now gone to shit from the cold snap. The zinnias are all dead and the three small trays of tomatoes look very sad and shitty. I drained the rain water from the bottom of their trays and brought them inside and put them on a little table by the back sliding glass door and put their plastic greenhouse covers on them. There’s probably no saving them but I’ll see. What a total dumbass I am to forget them out there. Total brain fart. 

 I have a turkey breast in the crockpot and prepped mixed berry crisp to put in the oven later. We’ll have mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and carrots and fresh- baked bread with the turkey for our Easter dinner. I’m finally getting a little better at cooking smaller quantities. We no longer have the spare fridge and freezer in the garage like we did at our old house.

Yesterday I sent a deposit to a Shih Tzu breeder in Galena for a white and dark red spotted female puppy that will be ready to bring home on May 24. It’s pretty expensive but that’s how much they are. Mike is not happy but he’s pretty much pissy and grouchy about everything anyway so I don’t care. It’s not my fault his salary got cut and for now I’m making a lot more than him. Of course I’m retiring soon and my monthly salary will decrease considerably. I’m taking a lump sum rather than a changing yearly percentage increase so with that lump we’re paying off the house and my car. It’s not a huge amount but it will greatly decrease the monthly nut we have to cough up. Of course the stock market has taken a bad hit and the 401Ks are down considerably but I have faith we’re going to bounce back. I’m confident I’ll have some other job or side hustle. And I deserve my Shih Tzu puppy. I’ve been good. 

























12:32 

The meal is almost done. I’m just waiting for the berry cobbler to finish browning on top. Mike just took his clippers and trimmed his own hair then asked me to check around his ears to make sure it was even. It looks fine to me. He has hardly any hair left on the bottom sides and back. I’m not even sure what he trimmed but as long as he’s happy. He’s jumping in the shower now and then we’ll eat our lunch and then go for a drive.

I finally spoke to my oldest. daughter Friday. I hadn’t heard from her in months. She just wanted to be alone. It was good to talk to her. I didn’t press her on what the hell happened. I know she was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in November and the doctor was trying her on different doses of Cymbalta. I know she’s been going to physical therapy and counseling. Taking it in baby steps for now....
My stepdaughter is still struggling with pretty severe post partum depression. I’m not very close with her because she has never allowed me to be. Her mother and father were divorced long before I came along. 


Novel Corona virus cases in IL

3/17    Tested positive   115           1 death 

3/18       228         1 death 

3/19        422.         4 dead 

3/20.                       7 dead 

3/22.      753.       14  dead

3/30.   4596.        65deaths 

3/31.  9000.        105 deaths 

4/6    12263        307deaths 

4/8     13,549.     389 deaths 

4/9      15,  078.    462 deaths

4/10.    17887       596 

4/11      19,180.      677 

4/12.     20,852.      720



2:40. The dinner was very good. good. We actually sat at the table ( instead of eating in front of the living room TV like usual) and Mike said his Catholic meal blessing. I had to ask him to do it because I know that’s how he was raised. We didn’t say grace in my family at meals growing up but actually it was always kind of unspoken and implied. We raised and produced nearly all of our own food when I was a kid and we sure were grateful. Mike hasn’t been a practicing Catholic since 1978. I haven’t been a practicing anything since 1965. Our family attended the Wesley United Methodist church in Canton when I was little and my mother read the Bible to us every night. Mike’s family was really in to Catholic when he was a kid. They went to Catholic school, he was an alter boy and the whole spiel. These days I’m a big fan of Buddha. 


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