Isla has been playing piano again more lately. She has set a goal of making her way through one book every summer (of the Alfred series) and is making good progress on Book 1B at the moment.
We are starting to plan another East Coast trip – NYC, then Roanoke. Five flights. I swore I would never do it again, and yet, here we are. I am dreading it. I haven’t had any anxiety issues since the months right after S was born, but I also haven’t had to deal with any real stress. Travel has always been a trigger for me, and layering Covid precautions on top isn’t going to help. On the one hand, I always get sick after plane trips, and I’m hoping masks might help with that. On the other hand, one of my biggest issues with plane travel is claustrophobia and feeling trapped, and having to wear a mask is going to make that worse. Thankfully, S is still 1, so we won’t have the charade of putting a mask on her.
We are debating whether to try and see fireworks tonight. Normally, there would be several shows around town, but this year, there is only one, in Bellevue, and it’s going to be a zoo. Meanwhile, it’s been super hot and dry around here, to fire risk is really high, and they’re discouraging people from setting off their own, which I fully support. But to my mind, canceling all the other shows, including the big one in Seattle, is going to result in a lot more private stuff. Let’s hope there aren’t any fires that result.