Pixie Dust Kombucha

The magic stares me in the face as I peep the chill tray.

Where did those come from?

Have we been visited by fairies?

Home is a slumbering place these days. No coming, or going. No exits, or entrances. No ins,

No outs.

I scan for pixie dust, which everyone knows is the universally accepted proof that you have been visited by fairies.

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Moldy March is an annual meditation. The temperature steadily climbing and humidity constant. It’s perfect timing for lockdown.

If you’re into that sort of thing.

We’ve been isolating now for what seems like a month, in actuality two weeks.

For the boys, it’s become old hat. They know the routines, the limits, the reasons why.

I’m struck by how absurd it all is, how strange it is that it is not strange at all for them.

What in the world do our young people make of all this?

An offshoot of our family’s nomadic lifestyle is two young humans who go with the flow, skirt the bends, navigate the rocks.

Looks like we have to isolate

I share, the result of two positive tests.

Ok papa

Is the predictable response

We can do this

These fellas.

They nestle in, keeping their distance as well as their sense of humour. Chipping in with laundry, cooking, plenty of hand washing with zero hand wringing.

We pass our days bungeeing around the house, caroming back toward one another to check in and take breaths. Grateful for the space.

I peek the fridge, relieved that we are still fully stocked, a few crisp apples and some cabbage catch my eye.

Stir fry tonight should work

When I look at the top shelf and spot three kombucha bottles

Fairies.

Magic.

I spy the shelves, looking for pixie dust.

Did you go to the store?

Nah, that was K&S.

They swung by and brought us some drinks.

Elephant pipes up

And some ice cream! Our freezer is way too full!

Ah, ok

Turns out it was magic, and fairies, after all.