When Covid broadsided us in March, my family members reacted each in his own way, but that didn’t stop us from doing things. Special things. Things we just didn’t see coming…
Hubby bought groceries. He bought them until our cupboards exploded and I took his Costco card away. Then he bought blocks. Eighty-pound keystone wall-building blocks. He hid his credit card from me and he won’t stop bringing more home. Hubby is building the Great Pyramids on our hillside property with his bare hands. Obviously, he has a better chance at stopping gravity than stopping any of 2020s dumpster fires.
I picked up a sledgehammer and demolished the master bathroom. All of it. I ripped the flooring out and you can stare into the basement if you don’t mind the funny smell. I left nothing standing but the toilet, only you can’t get to it because the floor is gone. This is fine because, conveniently, there’s a toilet paper shortage. I ripped out the dry-rot—the nasty slime that no one could see, but I knew it was there—because there was a lot of it swirling in the global atmosphere that I couldn’t reach.
Some day, Hubby will stop building walls and build us a bathroom.
But this is not that day.
Kid Numero Uno, about to turn a whopping thirty years old, created a plethora of art for people. Art makes people happy. That’s a big deal in 2020. He lives in L.A. and has gone all adulty on me. He calls on the regular to make sure we’re all healthy, wears his mask, visits people outdoors six feet apart, and to really understand the level of his shocking behavior: he exchanged Christmas presents with us. This is unheard of and I’ve asked him repeatedly to take his temperature and read me the little numbers on the thermometer.
Senorita Dos Equis, on her way to becoming The Most Interesting Teacher in the World, went back to school for her master’s degree in Education: Learning & Technology. She also works in the local school district: “I don’t always zoom with kindergartners, but when I do, they take naps on camera and there’s not a thing I can do about it.” I can’t help feeling like this is some new level of Jumanji where juggling swords on a unicycle will be required. I hope she wins.
Tres Leches Mija ghosted on us. She lives less than a mile away, but the only proof she’s alive is when she sends me hilarious memes at two in the morning. Although her plans with her sidekick, Alastor the Wonder Dog, were curtailed (haha), the two managed to win ribbons (Best in Class for “Who’s a Good Boy?”) and are in training to join CARDA as a search and rescue team. He’s already snoofed up plenty of hotdogs and rescued cats from boredom, so glory is in their future.
Quatro Corazones split the year four ways: college, work, girlfriend, and a brand new car. He passed his classes. He was promoted into a full-time position at work. I’m not sure his girlfriend knows that the Toyota 4Runner is for camping and boys’ trips, but we’ll do coffee soon and talk. He had his blood drawn last week and texted me: “I blacked out. But got a cookie.” Me: “Never watch!” Him: “I didn’t, I just tilted my head for a second and I couldn’t see anything. Good news tho, I don’t do drugs.”
Me: “Whatever. Just try not to slurp up any Covid while you’re in there.”
Cinco de Mayo Mijo is currently the favorite kid because he stays home and feeds me. He rode the restaurant industry rollercoaster all year, and it taught him that food could be used to steal car keys from parents. “Mother dear, I see that you are typing sideways and about to fall onto the floor on your face. Could it be that you haven’t eaten in three days in your effort to MAKE MORE WORDS?” Then, he slips a grilled cheese sandwich with a tiny dill pickle nose and a ketchup smiley face on it in front of me and runs away with my car key. I don’t even care where he’s going. I lick ketchup from my fingers and keep typing.
These are great life skills. Why he insists on staying with college, I don’t know.
Covid-Kitty Furrybutt Smoochin’ Sugarloaf Whiskerboy is doing fine, thanks. He misses his life on the street and plays Ninja-paws in the back alley once in a while, to hone his tough guy persona. I carry my scars with pride. I want to go on record as saying, “When the animals in this family get more stocking stuffers than the actual kids, it must be 2020.”
We’re all leaning a little sideways, and that’s okay. I celebrate your own flavor of crazy this holiday season and lift a virtual cuppa with you as we farewell 2020.
It’s been one heck of a ride.
Julie, Merry Christmas to you and your family. Your blog is a welcome balm in these crappy times. When is Lovetta Brown coming out?
Merry Christmas Manny! A little bird told me your copy of Loveda Brown is arriving next week! Huzzah!
Merry Christmas Hubby and Jolie!
Thanks for the memories…er Update!
Can’t believe it’s been over four years ago since we saw you guys, can’t wait to get back!
Jolie, I’m in the middle of remodeling our master bathroom also, we should do lunch sometime and compare hidden slimy things!!!
Give our love to all of the family!
Mark & Julie
Ps…Julie has been up at all hours reading about Miss Loveda…I’m next!!
Hi Mark and Julie! If you want to compare, I will win. I will SO win. The blog revealed but a touch of what this place has to offer. But. We have two more bathrooms pending, so…yuck. Enjoy Miss Loveda before the next one comes out next month! Merry Christmas!
We enjoyed reading your newsletter! 🙂 Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! We have great memories of our visit with you. May our Heavenly Father continue to bless you and your family. Enjoy your writing, take time to have a turkey dinner in between jotting new ideas. Lots of love Bruce and Barb
Hi Bruce and Barb! We miss having guests over here. Soon. I dine with ‘turkeys’ every day in this house full of big guys, but I will take time to appreciate them! Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, Jolie and family! Loved hearing your 2020 snapshot of the family life. God bless you as you continue your venture in writing!
Thank you! Merry Christmas to you and yours!