Hi Nilly!

Hi, -t! Hi, billytea!

How are you doing? It's been forever since I've actually posted with you!

Hi Nilly! I am sorry you have to self-quarantine. Please tell me all about your children.

(Billytea is also welcome to speak about his child.)

(My children are teenagers, so of limited interest to all and much sarcasm. But Dillo got his braces off last week and is really happy to be eating apples again.)

Yes! I want to hear all about the kiddos and parents. Even the teens!

Hi, Nilly! Sorry about the self quarantine. Happy Purim! ltc's school is mixing Purim with school pride week this week. Yesterday was classroom color day, today is crazy hat day (and she made a crazy hat with supplies for the dollar store), and tomorrow she can wear a costume for the parade.

Nilly! Oh no! How many days left until you can get out again?

I'm afraid it's past midnight here so I'm off to bed, but we're all doing well. Ryan is now in 6th grade! Oh, and I've started running Dungeons and Dragons games for some of his friends. That's interesting.

How are you?

Hi Nilly! I'm always happy to see you posting, although I'm sorry it's because of self-quarantine.

ION, I'm officiating at our friends' wedding Friday (they met on March 13, and whatever year it was, it was also Friday the 13th, like this year, so they couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a Friday the 13th wedding), and I'm -- for real -- using part of the "love feels like hope" sermon that Hot Priest gave in Fleabag. This may be me peaking as an officiant.

The bride is a sculptor, and made these gorgeous pottery votive holders as the wedding favors. I'm always so in awe of that kind of talent.

I'm looking forward to dazzling 2 new sets of people (bride's family and groom's family) with my cheerfully enthusiastic yet TERRIBLE dance moves. t edit Uh, not during the ceremony, to be clear. Can you imagine? Interpretive dance!

Ryan is now in 6th grade!

WHAT. Unpossible!

I now want video of Teppy officiating with bonus interpretive dance moves.

See, the only way I can believe your children are teenagers is by remembering that my own PiBoy is 9 years old, and if he has done it so quickly, then other kids must have gone into that same time machine that made time race for him in such speed.

About my children: well, like I said, PiBoy just turned 9 on the Jewish calendar (y'all know exactly when he'll be 9 in the general calendar, what with being PiBoy and all). He hates school because he thinks it's boring (even though we were thankfully lucky with his teachers, both the wonderful one he had for first and second grade, but also the current one, for third grade). He likes reading, but still doesn't like books with lots of words in each page, so comics are perfect for him. "Bone" is his favorite so far (Yes, only when reading it with him have I realized it was a character in a book, and therefore what's the source for Fone Bone's online name). He loves board games, especially Catan. And he's so good at them, so much so that he doesn't believe me when I say he wins fairly, and I'm not letting him win. He's sensitive and kind and clever and is always good for a laugh (and he's sensitive enough to apologize if he knows that the joke is on you). He likes soccer and wears out his shoes accordingly, and the knees on his pants always rip and are torn, no matter how much I try to patch or sew them. He's the most wonderful boy I could never have imagined, because he's so much more than anything my mind can hold.

PiGirl will turn 7 in a couple of days, and she's in the first grade. She *loves* school, and won't hear anything bad about it from her brother. She just recently realized that if she can read the simple assigments that her teacher gives her in class, then she can practically read everything, and so she immediately looked for books at home and started "swallowing" them. She loves Izadora Moon (I'm not sure if that's how it's spelled in the original English), who is half fairie and half vampire, and the books are pink and black and with glitter. She's fierce and strong and loving, and even though sometimes it seems like that's not the case, she takes things deeply into her little heart. She expresses herself very beautifully and accurately, and it's a delight just hearing her tell what happened to her during the day. She loves moving, even tough she stopped her ballet class because she didn't like the teacher they were assigned this year. She's the most wonderful girl I could never have imagined, because she's so much more than anything my mind can hold.

And this self-quarantine is hard on them. PiGirl drew the virus, and then erased her painting with a black marker, to show how much she hates it. PiBoy asked his father to draw the virus with makeup on his face, and put a "no entrance" sign on it (Purim is the costumes holiday, much like Halloween, but without the scary parts, and with even more food). It's hard for them to be home when I'm also at home, but behind a closed door, and can't be with them, and can't to anything with them. It's hard on me, too. I mean, don't get me wrong - if that's the hardest thing this virus causes, I'm going to be delighted beyond the telling of it. But still.