{"id":56,"date":"2020-03-30T04:53:36","date_gmt":"2020-03-30T04:53:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/?p=56"},"modified":"2020-03-30T04:53:36","modified_gmt":"2020-03-30T04:53:36","slug":"sunday-march-29","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/2020\/03\/30\/sunday-march-29\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday, March 29"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Made blueberry muffins to the sound of sirens. For awhile, Dot said, &#8220;An ambu-lamps. Helping people&#8221; after each one that passed, since we&#8217;ve told her that ambulances are for helping people. But they got so frequent that she stopped mentioning them. Another one is passing as I type this. I&#8217;ve been trying to build in routine to our lives &#8212; blueberry muffins on Sunday morning &#8212; but reminders of what&#8217;s going on are never far away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They don&#8217;t give the B.C. stats for COVID-19 on Sundays, and if these ambulances are any indication, I think we&#8217;ll see a big jump in numbers tomorrow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">On our outdoor adventure today, we kept receiving reminders to notice nature. First, Dot found two rocks with the words &#8220;Still, sit. Tastatlaw invites you&#8221; written on them. There used to be a storytelling bench here, before it crumbled, and the place where it was has been seeded with bright green grass. A nearby plaque tells that tastatlaw is a river that runs underneath the street. It&#8217;s good to think about the land, and whose land we&#8217;re on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"498\" src=\"https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-1024x498.jpg\" alt=\"A toddler in a pink coat bends down to investigate two rocks, one of which is painted with &quot;Still, sit.&quot; and the other &quot;tastatlaw invites you.&quot;\" class=\"wp-image-57\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-1024x498.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-300x146.jpg 300w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-768x373.jpg 768w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-1536x747.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-2048x996.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-900x438.jpg 900w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_171650-1280x622.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Later, we were smelling trees (as one does) and I told Dot that the tree is cedar. She said, &#8220;Cedar is a good friend to me.&#8221; I&#8217;m not sure where that came from. We do talk about only patting plants &#8212; not grabbing them &#8212; the way we pat the cat and don&#8217;t grab her. Wherever it came from, I hope she continues to think of trees as friends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Not content to merely smell trees, Dot insisted on getting up close and personal with the earth by kicking off her boots and running into a puddle before I could stop her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"498\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-498x1024.jpg\" alt=\"A toddler in a pink coat runs in a mud puddle in only her sock feet.\" class=\"wp-image-58\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-498x1024.jpg 498w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-146x300.jpg 146w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-768x1580.jpg 768w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-747x1536.jpg 747w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-996x2048.jpg 996w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-900x1851.jpg 900w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-1280x2633.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/wordpress.kpu.ca\/arley\/files\/2020\/03\/20200329_173210-scaled.jpg 1244w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 498px) 100vw, 498px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When I came home, I learned that John Prine is currently intubated due to Coronavirus. He&#8217;s one of my favourite songwriters. When I was introduced to him in university, I thought that &#8220;Angel from Montgomery&#8221; was one of the most beautiful songs I&#8217;d ever heard. I had to get older\/weirder\/sadder to really appreciate him. So now I&#8217;m spending the night with my cat at my side, listening to John Prine, and sending him good wishes. I wonder if there will be a time when I say, &#8220;John Prine was the first celebrity death that really hit me.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Made blueberry muffins to the sound of sirens. For awhile, Dot said, &#8220;An ambu-lamps. Helping people&#8221; after each one that passed, since we&#8217;ve told her that ambulances are for helping people. But they got so frequent that she stopped mentioning them. Another one is passing as I type this. 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