Well, here we are again. You are there and I am here. However, I’m thankful for our modest expeditions into each other’s worlds via various tools of social media, your friendship and community.
In my world the spring season has sprung. While I have my glad and sad moments, it’s difficult to remain despondent for too long when you wake up to a cacophony of birdsong, a life that offers simple pleasures and of course, the good company of the G.O. and Diesel-dog.
Although we’ve been in the latest regional NSW version of lockdown for a couple of weeks with a couple or maybe more to go, the G.O. and I both before and since have become more accustomed to taking life as we find it. Despite being double jabbed, we’ve for the main stuck to home, and when out we wear masks, social distance, hand sanitise, keep it quick. Behaviours which will continue despite there being few cases in our wider region & none immediately, and after lockdown ends.
Every day we speak words appreciative that we have all we dreamed of, worked towards and more… “so grateful we’re settled here in the village” and our #livesimplehomemadegrownlocalcreativebetter philosophy proved to be pandemic friendly.
Practically, our day-to-day is for the most unaffected by Covid’s effects. While at other times we’ve felt stretched by competing domestic and external demands on our time, energy, presence, trying to fit everything we need and want to do into the hours in a day and days in the week… currently we have expanses of time at our disposal and we still haven’t run out of jobs, ideas, projects, plans. Yet again proving the adage “be careful what you wish for”!
Good, bad and indifferent happens variously in our life as it always has, regardless of Covid restrictions or lockdowns.
Neighbourliness is booming: safely sharing garden produce, eggs, plants, homemade food, tools and conversation over back fences and across the footpath; keeping in touch via phone or Messenger apps; running quick errands for each other in town.
The cardiologist vetoed my mother-in-law’s hip replacement surgery, disappointing for all but we’ve moved on to plan B assisting her to manage her best quality of life.
A week or so ago, the G.O. found one of the local Powerful Owls dead on the edge of the road in front of our house, presumably hit by a car. We’ve been watching since for the others, and last night, happily spotted another on the powerline in our front yard… news that we excitedly shared with the-best-neighbour-ever.
Our lack of frog population has been of concern as there’s been reports of an unusual mass morbidity event but the-best-neighbour-ever reported with pics via Messenger that there a couple of healthy frogs inhabiting various plumbing fixtures in her house. Yay!
Last week I had an unpleasant encounter with an [imo] overzealous Council ranger while I was exercising Diesel off-leash at our local on-leash reserve. My fault, I hadn’t comprehended the content-intent-placement of the sign and as we hardly ever see a ranger out here, I was unluckily in the wrong place at the wrong time caught up in drama of complaints made neither by me nor about me. I sent a couple of emails to Council and received a couple of unsatisfactory replies from the GM but one positive from the Mayor, so I have just about moved on from the saga but kept the positive… sister of the-best-neighbour-ever saw what transpired, messaged her sister who messaged me just as I arrived home asking if I was ok.
Like just about everyone, tentacles of pandemic fatigue touch us. For me, of late it manifests as night-time dreams where unexpectedly there are too many people in the same place we are, the place we go next, and the next, or I’ve forgotten my face mask, necessitating a typical circuitous dream-state route to go home to find my mask with someone in pursuit of me. Interesting contrast to my daydreams about going to a market, out for lunch, getting decent takeaway food, taking a holiday, catching up with family and friends in real life.
Our family and friends are geographically scattered so even before the pandemic happened, social media, phone and video calls kept us in touch much of the time. But there were always plans and chances to catch-up. For now, all I can offer anyone is a virtual visit courtesy of my camera roll.
In my garden…
“The choice is OURS to make!
We can always cry over ‘what didn’t happen’…
Or choose to be happy that ‘so much did’!”
Thank you for reading. Let me know how you’re doing. Take care ❤️