Written 20 November, 2020. A day of excessive heat- 36 degrees in Spring- followed by a wild, lighting and thunder storm at dusk. But while the heat raged, so hot that my newly washed jeans dried in one hour! Another hotel quarantine debacle: Three days into the six day lockdown in South Australia,… Continue reading…
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Day 238
Written 19 November, 2020. This morning, Dee asked me to help him put in our present to him of his little native plants. Me, the derisive gardener, loved doing it. His back yard up a steep hill was terraced many years ago by an obsessed stone worker, perhaps in the 1930s and 1940s. There… Continue reading…
Day 237
Written 18 November, 2020. Victoria’s 17th double donut day, NSW’s 7th. Meanwhile, a cluster is developing in South Australia, from a health worker in a quarantine hotel. So far, 17. A 6 day lock down there, the strictest ever. Noone’s allowed to leave home except essential workers, and their children who can go to school,… Continue reading…
Day 235
Written 16 November, 2020. On my replacement birthday, I wake to a more yellow light than usual. Bright yellow is the heralding of a very hot day. It’s predicted to be 39 degrees today. But at least we’ll be up the creek, always breezy, and we’ll be able to dive into the water. But… Continue reading…
Day 234
Written 15 November, 2020. My birthday. Today it’s reported that South Australia has 3 virus cases, slipped out from hospital quarantine. So far no reports of bonking between security staff and Australians in quarantine who’ve come back from overseas, as happened in Melbourne. Daniel Andrews got such flack for that. No one knows… Continue reading…
Day 233
Written 14 November, 2020. We always have to take a week’s supply atlas of food, and we always need to repair our home which as you know was only a jerry-built holiday shack before the virus. A shack for old fishing codgers. As always a busy Adli trip always with a long shopping list,… Continue reading…
Dad 232
Written 13 November, 2020. The results 20 hours later. The app tells me 5 times :YOU ARE NEGATIVE My dear friend L takes me out to afternoon tea to celebrate at The Empire in Rose Bay, with a swoon of a water view, no more beautiful than my bay, I whisper to myself,… Continue reading…
Day 230
12 November, 2020. The Eye Hospital around the corner didn’t open till 10AM. I was well enough to walk there, eager to get it over. A strange resignation had set in. I’m missing running in to huge K. If i’m sick, it’d be a disaster to give it to her. Even though she’s only… Continue reading…
Day 229
11 November, 2020. I woke to such a still, shining river. But I’m far from shining. I’ve caught something- can barely stay awake, scratchy throat, diarrhoea. We have to help K, so perhaps I’ll get a co-vid test. We’re all taught this now- got a sniffle? get a test. I take the… Continue reading…
Day 228
Written 10 November, 2020. In the US, which we’re still spell-bound by, Biden is reported to be assembling his anti-covid fighting team- top doctors and scientists, experts whom Trump despised. Trump has done nothing yet, and still hasn’t produced evidence of massive vote-rigging. He’d have to show rigging of hundreds of thousands of… Continue reading…