Written 27 April, 2020 Yesterday, I made myself read the rejected novel, editing as I went, vaguely remembering the reports of the readers, particularly one who said she didn’t like the main character- who is – did she know? – me! Me! She doesn’t like me! it’s a fictionalised memoir of living… Continue reading…
Written 25 April, 2020 Today, 81 deaths in Australia. Please please no more. 20,000 in the UK, 51,000 deaths in the US, 200,000 deaths in the world. No more. We ran away to here more than a month ago. As I heard Dy coughing this morning, his cough mixed up with birds calling to… Continue reading…
Written 24 April, 2020 We caught a fish! Now that our lives don’t depend on it- in a crab pot (not the trap) – a fish! A sand mullet – we looked it up! -very elusive to catch, we read, unless they blunder into a trap, as ours did. It’s 33 cm long and quite… Continue reading…
Written 23 April, 2020 My dearest dearest friend S works in a hospital in the stricken UK, (till today 18,763 corona virus deaths). She’s an admin person arranging rosters. She isn’t issued the precious protection equipment, but doctors and nurses burst into her office in their hazmat suits to lean into her, sharing their new… Continue reading…
Written 22 April, 2020 Shelley in New York, now the epicentre of death, writes: Today we took a great hour long walk in Central Park. The daffodils are coming up, yellow petals around a bright orange horn. The birds—blue jays, red breasted robins, and even a lone cardinal are plumper and calmer than I… Continue reading…
Written 21 April, 2020 Today I try to upload the new video that’s going to change my fortunes. It doesn’t upload. While it refuses, I begin the long winters’ burning before bushfire season. A vast national park begins at the back of our will land so I must be diligent. Today I just… Continue reading…
Written 20 April, 2020. In the morning, Pink House Dy texts, asking us to flip the switch on his solar power, hidden in a box on the back of his house- but he warns we’d have to step over cuttings. Otherwise he won’t have power, not for a sunny day or two after… Continue reading…
Written 19 April, 2020 We drove to the city two days ago, GG and I, staying overnight, mainly to pick up meds that had arrived for K at Darlinghurst post office, and other meds as well. We’d left K at the river, for I don’t want to expose her to danger. The… Continue reading…
Written 16 April, 2020 In the news Donald Trump says he’s pulling America’s funding from the World Health Organisation. He reacted carelessly to their warnings about the coming plague, and is now blaming them. His action will mean tens of thousands of people in poorer countries will die. I remember WHO spoke… Continue reading…
Written 15 April, 2020 I get up at 5.30am to light K’s fire, and go back to bed in the cabin and sleep till 9. I wake to hear a discussion of creativity on Radio National’s “Life Matters”. Perhaps because I’m so tired, I do something I normally wouldn’t have the courage to do… Continue reading…