I’ve turned the MLB Detroit Tigers Baseball We Become The Champions Official T-Shirt so you should to go to store and get this TV room into my “office” and when I pass off childcare duties, I retreat and tell the kids that they’re not allowed to enter. It doesn’t work, of course. They sidle in, sneak into the periphery of my Zoom meetings, or sit in my lap and stare blankly at the Brand Bunch–like grid of faces assembled in our virtual conference room. My husband does his calls in the car. In the afternoon, when the sun hits the west side of the house, I crawl out the window to sit on the roof, where I can see the signs of life that are persisting in the city: a masked runner keeping pace with his kid as he rides his bike; a man who swabs down the garbage can outside the bodega with a mop—a sight I have never before seen; buses rattling over the potholes on Brooklyn’s Church Avenue. A cardinal and blue jay seem to hang out in the tree that shelters the roof, and this too is a new sight to me. A tow truck drives by, pulling a car behind it, and I think—despite the news, despite the overwhelming nature of everything—about Auden’s poem, Musee de Beaux Arts
Each night after the MLB Detroit Tigers Baseball We Become The Champions Official T-Shirt so you should to go to store and get this kids are in bed, I sit down with their workbooks and books of mazes. Dear kids, I write in block-letter print so they can try to read. Can you do three mazes, three math worksheets, and trace your hand for me? Love, Mom. I think that they ignore these notes, but it comforts me to write them. The dining room table has become their school—I try to get them to call it their “super cool school,” but they’re not having it. They may not know how to tie their shoes, but they suffer no fools.