Confession: I’m worried about this post being redundant because I already shared with you our menu and plans for a special Saint Patrick’s day dinner, and our pictures from a previous year. But I’d like to share photos from this year’s party. If you are bored, you may keep sitting at home and crocheting toilet paper. That is fine.
We planned our St. Patrick’s Day mystery supper a few days late, because having this kiddo at home for it was more important than doing it on the right day – but – we had to cancel the invitation to our other guests because of C19 which I am getting bored with, to be honest.
Bored with is not the right phrase. Opposed to might be better. It seems macabre to keep talking about it, and disrespectful to talk about anything else. (We had our first confirmed case in my town this week.) Maybe I am trying to create some semblance of normalcy in this world where there’s precious little of it left.
Speaking of normalcy… A dinner in which my whole family can be seated together is a gift I don’t take lightly anymore. It’s fortune and wealth and riches.
Kelly and I gathered all the little green toys and game pieces that came easily to hand, and arranged them Walter Wick style all over the table.
We made pretty food ahead of time.
Okay, I made the pretty food while they sliced a chestnut tree into firewood with their dad. I popped outside to scoop a few shovelfuls of wood chips and join my family in reliving my childhood, and then I came back inside.
There’s just nothing like eating with your fingers when you are four.
We played the “I” Game again, where you can’t say that word. Whoever was it had the green sunglasses. Kelly proved to be really good at “Me did this” and “Me likes that.”
She’s the one who thought of making cute place cards for everyone, with “nice things” said about each person. I love that about her.
And I love how bright this food looks on a plate. And I love this guy, who is willing to eat salad with a knife & a jar from time to time.
Two close friends sent me pictures of their families celebrating this same mystery supper, with their own twists, which brought me a ton of joy.
Inertia is a very real beast which we must keep at bay. “Which character are you most like in The Cat in the Hat?” asks my foster son’s homework,* and he writes in his first grade scrawl: “The boy. Becaus I am bord.”
* He’s not technically my foster son anymore, because he returned to his bio family like I told you. But at the request of the agency, we’re babysitting him daytimes during this school cancellation era, while his kinship provider works, which is one good side effect of an unfortunate thing.
I’d like to know what you are doing with your family these days. Tomorrow I am going to share a “Boredom Busters” idea spreadsheet that YOU get to create with me. OK?