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Bowral, NSW
We arrived to find that the weeping tree with the beautiful green leaves in our backyard is actually a cherry blossom! Its tiny pink buds waiting to open. Having wanted to plant a cherry blossom, I am ecstatic. The lemon tree is alive and we bucket it each day we are here. There are still water restrictions. Cockatoos screech high overhead, and we’re visited by inquisitive crimson rosellas and king parrots. We’re mowing the long grass and the pandemic is still with us. Evidently there will be a second wave. COVID cases in the United States are soaring. I’m concerned that we have no news about the COVID cases in Africa and what this might mean.
I’ve been applying for writing and research jobs, but not reaching interview for any of them. I realise that there are probably hundreds of people applying for the same jobs, but it is still demoralising. I need more work. And so many of us do not have sick pay, with no safety net to fall back on if we need to isolate or if we get the virus. I sincerely hope that this longstanding problem will be resolved once and for all, when we are out the other side of COVID. It has affected so many for too many years, and a solution MUST be found.
I’m deeply missing going out to see live music here and in Sydney, and wondering how musicians are managing. Mum and dad have had to stop going to the football, and watching it on TV with cardboard cutouts in the stands and canned crowd noise, feels surreal. I feel like we are at war. I guess we are, in a way. At war with deadly pathogens that we cannot see, smell or hear.
We arrived to find that the weeping tree with the beautiful green leaves in our backyard is actually a cherry blossom! Its tiny pink buds waiting to open. Having wanted to plant a cherry blossom, I am ecstatic. The lemon tree is alive and we bucket it each day we are here. There are still water restrictions. Cockatoos screech high overhead, and we’re visited by inquisitive crimson rosellas and king parrots. We’re mowing the long grass and the pandemic is still with us. Evidently there will be a second wave. COVID cases in the United States are soaring. I’m concerned that we have no news about the COVID cases in Africa and what this might mean.
I’ve been applying for writing and research jobs, but not reaching interview for any of them. I realise that there are probably hundreds of people applying for the same jobs, but it is still demoralising. I need more work. And so many of us do not have sick pay, with no safety net to fall back on if we need to isolate or if we get the virus. I sincerely hope that this longstanding problem will be resolved once and for all, when we are out the other side of COVID. It has affected so many for too many years, and a solution MUST be found.
I’m deeply missing going out to see live music here and in Sydney, and wondering how musicians are managing. Mum and dad have had to stop going to the football, and watching it on TV with cardboard cutouts in the stands and canned crowd noise, feels surreal. I feel like we are at war. I guess we are, in a way. At war with deadly pathogens that we cannot see, smell or hear.