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In these times of isolation, it has been strangely difficult to be alone. Three beloved young people have circled back home due to rental crises and being stranded overseas, and now all three are working from home.
I escape the crowd by taking the dog for a walk but the roads and pathways are thronged by an unprecedented amount of people seeking exercise and fleeing cabin fever.
The "covid19" dance of 1.5 meters around fellow walkers makes things just that more fraught. Being a solitary person, my enforced isolation is weirdly full of people.
But I miss, how I miss, not being able to travel to the country. The weather, after the catastrophic bush fires, has been beautiful, perfect for camping and traveling.
I sorely miss the framework of my year - the cancellation of the annual book festivals, theatre/opera events, family holidays and museums.
I worry about the liberties being taken by governments who know that just getting through the day takes most of our attention.
But, in spite of the dire circumstances that have forced my family into our own little bubble, I have treasured their wit, laughs and company as we drift together towards a very uncertain future.
Personally, I have taken up sketch/drawing again and am cataloguing little vignettes of my garden. Doing language classes by Zoom and weekly Trivia with far flung friends and family is entertaining and gives shape to my week.
I have drawn my cat A LOT.
And my daughter and I "jam" together on our cheap ukuleles, sessions that I hope no one can hear.
The birds still sing, the sun still shines, the sky is blue, the sea is always beautiful. And sometimes, it is really hard to believe that I could be days away from dying
I escape the crowd by taking the dog for a walk but the roads and pathways are thronged by an unprecedented amount of people seeking exercise and fleeing cabin fever.
The "covid19" dance of 1.5 meters around fellow walkers makes things just that more fraught. Being a solitary person, my enforced isolation is weirdly full of people.
But I miss, how I miss, not being able to travel to the country. The weather, after the catastrophic bush fires, has been beautiful, perfect for camping and traveling.
I sorely miss the framework of my year - the cancellation of the annual book festivals, theatre/opera events, family holidays and museums.
I worry about the liberties being taken by governments who know that just getting through the day takes most of our attention.
But, in spite of the dire circumstances that have forced my family into our own little bubble, I have treasured their wit, laughs and company as we drift together towards a very uncertain future.
Personally, I have taken up sketch/drawing again and am cataloguing little vignettes of my garden. Doing language classes by Zoom and weekly Trivia with far flung friends and family is entertaining and gives shape to my week.
I have drawn my cat A LOT.
And my daughter and I "jam" together on our cheap ukuleles, sessions that I hope no one can hear.
The birds still sing, the sun still shines, the sky is blue, the sea is always beautiful. And sometimes, it is really hard to believe that I could be days away from dying