Some days,
you have to actively focus on the positive things.
Cooking is
actually going very well. I’m losing my mind and I just got a terrifying phone
call but yes, teaching Casey how to cook so she can improve her butchering
skills is proving to be an effective distraction method for both of us.
She is
showing so much promise lately and I’m so impressed with how she’s picking up
these skills and her roasted chicken is actually delicious. I’m so grateful to
have her with me in this time of crisis. James is my constant but having someone
to share things with and be productive with has been my saving grace. I’m so
glad I have the two of them with me right now.
…
My mother
called me on Monday. Haven’t heard from her in a while. I assumed I wouldn’t
hear from her unless it was extremely important. And I was right.
There was a
breakout of COVID at my father’s retirement home. The whole place is on
lockdown. We haven’t heard from him which supposedly means that he’s fine. But
I don’t know.
And I hate
not knowing things.
So I cook
with Casey and try not to think about my father dying. It was coming. Obviously.
We’d moved him into a home become mother couldn’t take care of him on her own and
apparently things were getting worse. But we wouldn’t be able to see him. We can’t
see him. I’ve been trying to get through at their reception desk for the last
few days but they’ve been overwhelmed with calls.
I’ve been
trying not to worry but if I’m being honest, stabbing a dead bird just isn’t
cutting it right now. I want to take Casey out on a “hunt” as she calls it.
We both
need to blow off some steam and the weather is nice for a change. I’m going to
take her out tonight. We’re going to find a victim. And we’re going to test out
her skills.
I just need
to do something.
I need to
physically do something.
We’re going
to break the Stay-At-Home rule and make everyone out there wish they hadn’t.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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