Greetings from Everett, Washington. (no exclamation point).
This morning I turned off the radio and walked outside, down the block, turned right, went into the local church parking lot, walked to the back of a grassy field, observed the yellow dandelions, then opened the gate to my yard and went back into the house. I did this to reset my mind and try to relieve some of the pent-up frustration. The weather is sunny and warm, trees are blooming, people are sleeping in.
But other people are busy breaking into mailboxes looking for those government checks that are all coming this week. Yesterday morning all the mailboxes on the block were rifled through. None of them was a locking box. I know ours was empty. Our handyman next door, however, found his mail on a lawn at the end of the street. He went to Home Depot and bought locking boxes for himself and for our family. At present I don't have a key; only my husband has the key. I will wait for the mailman this morning. Do mailmen have some kind of universal key?
My daughter is not sure she wants to continue working at a movie theater even if theaters reopen. All the skills she learned on the job are now applied to the house, i. e. vacuuming, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom. My son, however, is classified as a government employee so he continues "working." Work consists of going to his client's house to play video games with him. I look forward to completing the online courses for his certification. I am also glad that he is (slowly) learning to drive.
My fingers are tired. I am either sewing bits of fabric into quilt blocks, or working the computer, or chopping vegetables into small bits. Or else napping at odd hours. I need to get out more. Today husband and I are going to the supermarket.
A Chinese friend from Toastmasters brought us some masks, made in China. They don't have elastic, just fabric ties, which aren't long enough to go around my husband's head. He cut the ties off and put them inside the bandit bandanna (that is white, not black) that he wears in the store. My daughter has ordered a plague doctor mask in the shape of a crow's head. I expect that the Etsy site has a huge back order.
I have reached one thousand contribution points for the month of April. Last night I worked on the family of Dutton Sweeton (one of many of that name) of Tippah County, Mississippi. When Dutton died about 1850 his widow married his younger brother and moved to Arkansas. My confidence in the connections between all the Duttons and their assumed parents is rather shaky, back in the late 1700s in North Carolina in the area that would become the state of Tennessee. I depend on land records, estates, and who shows up by a certain date in a certain area. I hope future family researchers will be forgiving. I'm doing my best with what I have.
Today I will return to the Frame family of Guernsey County, Ohio. It's an old genealogical principle: the drunk and the car keys. Here's the story: the cop sees the drunk searching around the base of the street lamp. "What are you looking for?" "Car keys." "Where did you lose them?" "Over there." "Why are you looking here then?" "There's more light over here."
