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Year of the Zero
2020 was less than brilliant. The word “triage” used in the same press release as “the elderly” or “our most vulnerable” upset me. No vaccine available then to under seventies! Then that threshold was broken and I was 69! Imagining myself on a trolley in a hospital corridor waiting to succumb sent me into inner panic!
No one’s home for Christmas. Victoria lockdown. What if we go to Port Macquarie and they shut the state down. Misery at home! Chaotic Christmas FaceTime. Lovely.
Suddenly AstraZenica becomes safe! Underlying health issues aside, I am on blood thinners. She’ll be right mate! Double Vaxxed I become!
2021 the year of the zeros. Grandson turns ten. Niece turns 30. Firstborn turns 50.
Our 50th wedding anniversary. I turn 70. Plans for a family, multi generational gathering. Anticipation of connection with my children and theirs replaces completely, my uncharacteristic activity of baking!
I commit myself to making notes on the daily press conference from Our Gladys from the start of July. Kidding myself I will publish them. Daily Facebook posts from July to late August. Word count gets to more than 15,000! Shouting obscenities at the television at 11.00 am each day takes its toll on the people with whom I live and I desist! The world does not need another “War and Peace”!
LOCKDOWN - Victoria. No son and family. Sydney and Port Macquarie connections are able to attend the anniversary dinner. Restricted numbers. We manage a surprise trip to Port Macquarie for our beloved first born’s 50th. 70th birthday becomes a tsunami of flowers, masked deliveries and FaceTime. Tears, joy, crazy love on the internet across three generations.
November is birthday month for our two younger grandsons. One of them will be ten.
Not sure we’ll be there!
Our year of Zeros is nearly over.
Paradox is the word.
Hopeful about what’s ahead
Ambivalent about what might be.
Thankful for essential workers.
Disgusted with politicians and anti vaxxers!
Clinging to memories of joy.
Jettisoning rage and powerlessness!
(I hope!)
Grateful to be here
2020 was less than brilliant. The word “triage” used in the same press release as “the elderly” or “our most vulnerable” upset me. No vaccine available then to under seventies! Then that threshold was broken and I was 69! Imagining myself on a trolley in a hospital corridor waiting to succumb sent me into inner panic!
No one’s home for Christmas. Victoria lockdown. What if we go to Port Macquarie and they shut the state down. Misery at home! Chaotic Christmas FaceTime. Lovely.
Suddenly AstraZenica becomes safe! Underlying health issues aside, I am on blood thinners. She’ll be right mate! Double Vaxxed I become!
2021 the year of the zeros. Grandson turns ten. Niece turns 30. Firstborn turns 50.
Our 50th wedding anniversary. I turn 70. Plans for a family, multi generational gathering. Anticipation of connection with my children and theirs replaces completely, my uncharacteristic activity of baking!
I commit myself to making notes on the daily press conference from Our Gladys from the start of July. Kidding myself I will publish them. Daily Facebook posts from July to late August. Word count gets to more than 15,000! Shouting obscenities at the television at 11.00 am each day takes its toll on the people with whom I live and I desist! The world does not need another “War and Peace”!
LOCKDOWN - Victoria. No son and family. Sydney and Port Macquarie connections are able to attend the anniversary dinner. Restricted numbers. We manage a surprise trip to Port Macquarie for our beloved first born’s 50th. 70th birthday becomes a tsunami of flowers, masked deliveries and FaceTime. Tears, joy, crazy love on the internet across three generations.
November is birthday month for our two younger grandsons. One of them will be ten.
Not sure we’ll be there!
Our year of Zeros is nearly over.
Paradox is the word.
Hopeful about what’s ahead
Ambivalent about what might be.
Thankful for essential workers.
Disgusted with politicians and anti vaxxers!
Clinging to memories of joy.
Jettisoning rage and powerlessness!
(I hope!)
Grateful to be here