Welcome to Saturday. I don’t know about you, but I am finding weekends to be one of the strangest parts of this whole **gestures at everything** that we’re doing right now. We’re both home all the time and there’s nowhere to go no matter what day it is, which is why we all have to think so hard about whether or not it is, in fact, still Tuesday or perhaps Sunday.
Fortunately, we managed to capture a bit of the old “Friday feeling” last night at our neighborhood happy hour, even though we must have looked very strange, a scattering of family groups all standing a good 15 feet away from each other. It was pretty chilly, but the rain held off and a fair number of people turned up to chat and B their own B.
This will sound corny as hell, but that hour or so saved a piece of my mortal soul. When we are all able to start something akin to a normal life again, it is going to be like Dorothy landing in Oz and seeing everything in Technicolor.
Today I have several homestead-y endeavors in mind: one, I am going to make bread, and two, I am going to make DIY disinfectant wipes. Apparently these were a thing long before The Great Empty, particularly (if my googling skills have served me well) among a certain type of "money-saving mom" blogger. Have you read any of these blogs? You start by clicking a Pinterest link about how to make a homemade dish scrubbie and two hours later find yourself wide-eyed as you read about some woman in Idaho who just loves cutting up old t-shirts to make reusable toilet paper for her family of 12. Life’s rich pageant!
I am all for making things from scratch and a limited amount of light DIY shit, but there is a fine line with things like, well, like making your own disinfectant wipes. Would I rather spend $3 on a tube of them at Target than untold minutes cutting up old dishtowels, making some kind of germ-killing and probably flammable potion out of rubbing alcohol and dish soap, and then having to wash towels and do it all again? Of course. But there are no disinfecting wipes to be had. How foolish was two-weeks-ago Sarah when she only bought one container! It seemed greedy at the time to get more, but little did I know how greedy other people were going to be.
Finally: Last night’s dinner was shepherd’s pie. I use a recipe from Martha Stewart, which calls for a bag of frozen vegetables and some ketchup. It sounds weird, and I definitely make it with lamb and not beef, but you can do whatever you want. After all, the only people eating it are trapped with you for the time being. What do they have to complain about?