Breathing in the Time of Coronavirus

I know I haven't been blogging much lately, but I love this pattern for no-sew face masks and thought I'd share. You need to scroll to the end to find the no-sew version, and if you don't like this link from the CDC, just google and you'll find a ton to choose from. The only change I made was that I found the multiple layers formed by folding towards the center several times was a little hard to breathe through, so I accordion-folded pleats, and tacked them in place. When you wash the accordion folded one you can pull it out of the drier a few minutes early and pull it taut, and you'll get your pleats back. It's important to wear with the pleat openings facing down so that detritus doesn't collect in there. Also please remember wear a mask IN ADDITION TO, not as a replacement for, social distancing.

Let's be careful out there. I love you all.

If you live in the greater DC area, can I encourage you, once restaurants have reopened for business, to patronize Medium Rare (locations in Arlington, Bethesda, and Cleveland Park.) Since they didn't have the eat-in traffic to sustain the business they decided to open the kitchen up to prepare free meals for seniors 70+, as well as offering takeout and delivery for everyone. They have an awesome Sunday Brunch too, sparkly stuff included. They put out a call on Twitter for volunteers to deliver meals, and since I stopped working at Wegman's in early March I had an excess of free time on my hands, and an itch to help however I could. If you know me you probably know that food is my love language and I was thrilled when they contacted me to help out. Here's a little thing that happened during my first evening delivering meals. Why, oh why, didn't I wash my hair that day?

We're all in this together.

So now for storytime. I feel like I haven't told a story in a while.

98 is an adult now so let's be clear this story happened a long time ago. But when he was a kid he used to love to eat lemons, and by "eat lemons" I mean pulp, rind, and all. I think he liked freaking people out but he still really does like super sour, super tangy food. He’d grab the lemon slices from our drinks so often that we didn’t even notice most times.

He and I were home alone one day while we were visiting Auntie Jeanne in Texas (this was probably preschool days) and he sneezed.  I calmly looked on the floor and discerned  a grey, mottled thing, about 1/2" square. It was probably much smaller than that but that's honestly what my brain remembers.) A grey, mottled thing that had shot out of his nose. Then I calmly looked at him (as mommas do), sitting in his high chair. And then I COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT. I wrung my hands. I paced. I consulted the medical books. I consulted him, the 3-year-old (as freaked out mommas do). Then I wrapped it in a Kleenex (for when the ER doc asked me exactly what piece of brain I thought my son had sneezed out, I guess?) In my defense this this was definitely grey, and they don’t call it “grey matter” for no reason and I was sure this was some piece of brain despite the fact that he was acting just fine. Jeanne and the boys eventually came home and she also didn't have the slightest idea what body part this was. So we both wrung our hands together.  Then my nephew, I89 for the purposes of this story, who, if 98 was 3, he must have been 11) looked at it. And looked at me. And looked back at this piece of brain matter that his cousin had sneezed out his nose, and said, in that way that preteens, who are always right even when you're sure they're not ... "Auntie Linda, it kind of looks like a ... lemon."

It was only days later that I realized he must have snatched a lemon slice, and choked on it, before it settled in his nasal passages, to be sneezed out at the most freakworthy moment. The experience didn't teach him not to steal lemons, and it certainly didn't teach me to pay better attention. But somehow he's made it to 22.

Kids. Right? People wonder why I have pink hair.