Ice cream and chores

Perry is making blackberry ice cream.

That's nice.

I can't get him to do the chores he signed up for to get his rowing paid for this summer, though.

I can't get Linnea to do anything, or she does excessively, and a performative manner that drives me nuts. Chore theater, ya know?

Linnea is pissed off that nobody want to take her to a nearby river to go floating. That's nice. It's half hour there, half hour back, and she'd be floating, they think, for about an hour. It means times taken out of our day, that nobody really wants to do, and she doesn't have the equipment anyhow, and is refusing to understand that the pool float she got last summer to play in my brother's pool isn't what her friends are talking about.

Also, Perry applied for a job with the US Census.

Data show that people who work from home are working on average 48 minutes longer and taking more meetings. That's true in my house, though it's more than 48 more minutes. Dh works 11 hour days at this point, with no break, and that's assuming he doesn't have a call with India or China on either end of the day (or sometimes both.)

Ah well.