Written January 16, 2021. Ten days after the US riots, a pitiful court case argument of an arrested man- notable in the riots for wearing skins and horns- who says in entering the White House, he didn’t use force, the doors were flung open and he was only carrying out the expressed wish of… Continue reading…
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Day 286
Written January 14, 2021. Much discussion about the vaccine that’s being rolled out here, now earlier than predicted, in February. Does it stop infection or “just death”, and if it isn’t good enough to induce herd immunity, should it be halted? None of us want to die an unnecessary death, you dolts. Just give… Continue reading…
Day 287
Written January 7, 2021. A day like no other. Terror. Horror. Unable to believe what we were seeing. Shocking. Even the over-used unprecedented. We’d half expected a conflagration, we’d been waiting for Jan 6, when there was to be an official, usually unnoticed ceremony when the states all formally submit their electoral college numbers,… Continue reading…
Day 283
Written January 3, 2021. More rain. Cooped up inside. But GG was cleaning up the toolshed that’s attached to this old house, and found on the inside window sill a cicada wrapped in a cobweb blanket. He gently brushed it clean and rushed in for his camera. I had no idea their heads were… Continue reading…
Day 283
Written 2 January, 2021. So exciting to write the new year. The very 21 murmurs hope. Yet virus numbers are growing in Victoria and in NSW, seven more today, and at last Gladys has mandated masks, after pressure from the AMA. It’s now clear to many that the virus spreads through the air, not… Continue reading…
Day 279
Written 29 December, 2020. This morning in my nightie, I saw a message from Dee: Want to go up the creek and see if they’re ok? I can’t resist an adventure. K saw me throwing on clothes and insisted on packing me a care package in case we get stuck: a thermos of tea,… Continue reading…
Day 276
December 26, 2020. A day of little achievement. In the afternoon, Dee mentioned he was leaving to pick up friends who, with no idea of the moods of this river, planned to canoe from Berowra towing children, some as young as 5, lying on paddle boards all the way to the camping ground up… Continue reading…
Day 275
Written December 25, 2020. I had been so nervous, just as if I was new at it, the householder confecting Christmas in isolation. I’d never thought of it before K, but there’s an obligation on householders to create a Merry Christmas. It all rests on somebody. The others contribute, but someone has to make… Continue reading…
Day 274
Written December 24, 2020. Just as I was expecting we’d be alone in the bay for the Big Day, S explained that they were staying and expecting company- their son, his girlfriend, and another friend. I’ll be glad of people making happy noises next door. Today Dee has been setting up the pontoon power… Continue reading…
Day 273
Written December 24, 2020. If we were miserable as we left for the river – and we were a little, for not only was the virus raging again in the city – laughable by world standards for it’s only 68 today in Sydney (compared to 228,000 in the US and 46, 696 in Brazil)not… Continue reading…