We Begin Lockdown

The novel Coronavirus isn’t really in Missouri yet, but it seems like we oughta stop going out and fritzing around. You don’t know who might have it. Let’s stay inside and do things around the house, huh?

Exhibit A: Painting Under the Kitchen Sink.

It hadn’t been painted since about 1963, by my estimates. I recently saw a can of mismixed paint on sale at Lowe’s and got it. I thought it was rather pretty. Kind of lavender, just my style.

Part of the fun of repainting under the kitchen sink is throwing away all the old crap that had accumulated there, and arranging what’s left in a logical and useful order.

In case you’re wondering, the little shelf thingie was already there when we bought the house. It had been in the back, against the wall, but I moved it to be in front of the drain pipe. I choose to look past the fact that it’s actually just split, not sawed, on that one edge. You should look past it, too. It’s not your house, and it’s under the sink, for God’s sake. So let it be. Make do with what ya got.

Anyway, I gave it a nice coat of paint to make it feel better about itself.

So what are you going to do, now that you shouldn’t be going out in public so much?

Spring Peepers, Coats Lane

Yesterday we went on a little excursion, just to get out of the house. We drove around at Eagle Bluffs Conservation Area, south of Columbia, just to see what we could see. Since it was kind of late in the day, we didn’t see much. What we did see, we didn’t see very well. Like this bald eagle’s nest. You can see it, can’t you?

Still, it was good to drive around and look out the windows.

We didn’t go straight home. Our meanderings, starting in McBaine, led from South Coats Lane north to Gillespie Bridge and then to I-70, which we then took to get around Columbia and back on our way to Jefferson City.

Below, I share a magical few moments of spring peepers chorusing from a farm lane off of Coats. The music exhilarated me and filled me with hope. You can’t yet tell by looking at the world, but the sound of these peepers is the jubilant sound of spring.