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I've straddled the continent, East, West and back again in my 66 years. I hope I've managed to take the best from living in totally different areas from semi-remote bushland living from primary production to an inner-west Sydney place, but perhaps not pace. The one thing I could not pack and bring to Sydney from the bush was the peace, the quiet and the intensity and quality of contemplation afforded by life in a remote rural setting.
However, the Covid-19 lock down has teased me with reminders of how glorious and productive the serenity of 'nothing' can be.
Granted the lock-down suits my temperament. Remote area living has skilled me for it. My activities of choice do not require too much outside stimulation. I'm used to only shopping at the most weekly and often in bulk (different from hoarding I might add) to avoid multiple trips. Hopefully I'm not mean when I rejoice in not having to find excuses to eschew social invitations - a load off in that one.
However, I do have sympathy for those who have attributes and inclinations in the polar opposite sphere.
But if I'm allowed one snarky judgement in Pestilence times: surely there are activities more worthy of mourning than end to end shopping trips? I have seen lost souls for the want of 'The Shop', not for necessities or the occasional fun outing, but for their main diversion and immersion in life. And not just a few. There you have it, a judgemental bitch, but perhaps without the Pestilence exposing these foibles/addictions, the bar might never be raised from our experiences - that's my excuse. Please, look beyond the bargain or at least stop talking about it!
Thanks for the opportunity - now back to my, perhaps, supercilious but content evening.
However, the Covid-19 lock down has teased me with reminders of how glorious and productive the serenity of 'nothing' can be.
Granted the lock-down suits my temperament. Remote area living has skilled me for it. My activities of choice do not require too much outside stimulation. I'm used to only shopping at the most weekly and often in bulk (different from hoarding I might add) to avoid multiple trips. Hopefully I'm not mean when I rejoice in not having to find excuses to eschew social invitations - a load off in that one.
However, I do have sympathy for those who have attributes and inclinations in the polar opposite sphere.
But if I'm allowed one snarky judgement in Pestilence times: surely there are activities more worthy of mourning than end to end shopping trips? I have seen lost souls for the want of 'The Shop', not for necessities or the occasional fun outing, but for their main diversion and immersion in life. And not just a few. There you have it, a judgemental bitch, but perhaps without the Pestilence exposing these foibles/addictions, the bar might never be raised from our experiences - that's my excuse. Please, look beyond the bargain or at least stop talking about it!
Thanks for the opportunity - now back to my, perhaps, supercilious but content evening.