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Watsons Bay, Sydney
COVID cases in New South Wales are rising. I really don’t want to have to close down my piano teaching business again. Cases in Africa are starting to be reported, and I saw a news story showing the sorry state of affairs in one hospital. Soiled and bloody towels all over the floor, with blood smeared across walls, and not enough protective equipment for nurses and doctors, and not enough nurses and doctors. Outside the hospital, rats were drinking blood that had pooled over a drain. Ghastly. I worry what will happen to them from here. It doesn’t feel real.
Having begun the year with bushfires, smoke and heat, we are probably soon to be locked down. What a year. Maybe we’ll soon all have to wear masks in Sydney. I’m imagining piles of disposable masks going into landfill and the gargantuan piles of waste … I think I’ll ask mum to sew us some masks made of cotton.
I’ve started doing yoga three times a week, and find my listlessness disappearing quite suddenly. I feel motivated again and things for a time feel almost normal. Time to try out a new recipe.
Mum has made cotton masks for everyone and I am starting to wear one when I get groceries. Some people have started wearing them, but not many. I want to go out for dinner and have a beautiful meal with a glass of wine, but we don’t go because we think it is not safe. I wonder if people felt like this during the War. Mum texts to tell us that she has sold a lot of her cotton masks at the markets. $10 each! Good news. Every second person is wearing masks on the street now.
COVID cases in New South Wales are rising. I really don’t want to have to close down my piano teaching business again. Cases in Africa are starting to be reported, and I saw a news story showing the sorry state of affairs in one hospital. Soiled and bloody towels all over the floor, with blood smeared across walls, and not enough protective equipment for nurses and doctors, and not enough nurses and doctors. Outside the hospital, rats were drinking blood that had pooled over a drain. Ghastly. I worry what will happen to them from here. It doesn’t feel real.
Having begun the year with bushfires, smoke and heat, we are probably soon to be locked down. What a year. Maybe we’ll soon all have to wear masks in Sydney. I’m imagining piles of disposable masks going into landfill and the gargantuan piles of waste … I think I’ll ask mum to sew us some masks made of cotton.
I’ve started doing yoga three times a week, and find my listlessness disappearing quite suddenly. I feel motivated again and things for a time feel almost normal. Time to try out a new recipe.
Mum has made cotton masks for everyone and I am starting to wear one when I get groceries. Some people have started wearing them, but not many. I want to go out for dinner and have a beautiful meal with a glass of wine, but we don’t go because we think it is not safe. I wonder if people felt like this during the War. Mum texts to tell us that she has sold a lot of her cotton masks at the markets. $10 each! Good news. Every second person is wearing masks on the street now.