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Hi all! It's been a minute. Things are so great in the world (/s, if you needed it)!
Not working quite as much. Well, not 60 hour weeks as much. The oldest is back up in Vancouver, having lived through quarantine on campus. I am not even kidding, there were three kids--all dual citizens, all in studies where they had to be on campus--on an entire dormitory floor. He was told not to leave his room (he had a private bathroom and shower, obviously) and that a bag of food would be dropped off at 3p each day.
Did I mention the multiple handouts advising him that should he break quarantine, he would be subject to up to a $1M fine and/or 3 years in prison? Yah. That's a thing. I don't think anyone has actually been charged, but the fine is definitely a thing--and it's like a parking ticket, you can't exactly argue that you were someplace when you weren't.
Anyway! So he gets settled in Saturday. He's asleep Sunday morning when a knock comes on the door. It was--not even kidding--a BC Public Health Officer checking to be sure that he was at the address he'd given to the CBP.
The thing that kills me is, at least in Vancouver, masking and social distancing isn't even up for debate. I think it's the mentality--you're not whatever-Canadian, you're just Canadian. You do what is good for the guy next to you because he's the guy next to you. The oldest also thinks that Sophie Trudeau falling ill early and the Prime Minister openly working from home following that probably helped.
Not that the U.S. and Canadian cultures are remotely alike. Still, some things--like early, enthusiastic or mandated mask wearing by leaders; ample and repeated testing; and making social distancing a norm--would have made a huge difference down here. Canada isn't as good as Iceland or New Zealand in numbers, but it's pretty damn close, and the shared border didn't help.
Other things: RIP RBG. The chickens are good--one very special chick, who was the lone survivor of a number of tragedies that took out the eight other eggs in her clutch, hatched last night. She's a Dutch Barnevelder. Her name is Ruth...figured she had to be tough, like her namesake, to have hatched at all.
And thank you to those who remembered my birthday...I legit forgot until two days later.
Love you all.
Welcome back. Looking forward to some parler en francais n'est ce pas?