Written 13 April, 2020 At last the day of our shopping delivery- or the night really ,for our ”window” is 6-9pm at DB’s boatyard in Brooklyn. We all admit to a feeling something will go wrong. We plan to wait in the car, though normally we’d spend time chatting to DB or B. But… Continue reading…
Written 13 April, 2020 In the evenings we have fires, the pot belly upstairs and a tiny one in the cabin. It’s glorious to go to sleep in soft flannelette sheets with a fire crackling. I wake at 5 to hear GG re-stoking it, and half an hour later I stir, go up… Continue reading…
Written 12 April, 2020 Easter Sunday- the day when Donald Trump said he thought we’d be going to church and celebrating the end of the plague. “Wouldn’t that be sweet?” he’d said. Overnight I hear that 2000 people a day have died for four days in the US, many of them in… Continue reading…
Day 23 – Written 11 April, 2020 I’m in my dressing gown on the jetty this morning and there’s such a weight in what Gg called the over-engineered live bait trap,so heavy because of all its brackets and hinges that I can barely pull it up- but what can be in it? a school of… Continue reading…
Written April 10, 2020. Good Friday today. I must go for a walk alone in the bush today and try to pray. My mother who was Jewish by inheritance but forced by horrific circumstance to be Catholic, always sent us kids to our room on Good Friday at 3 pm precisely to think about Christ… Continue reading…
Written 9 April, 2020. Today is K’s birthday. Every year on this day I have a clear memory, like a vision, of the golden champagne moment I first saw her on my tummy, on all fours or perhaps she’d collapsed after her journey down the birth canal like a dazed swimmer on a beach. In… Continue reading…
Now we chat, our tiny community of 3, each morning to figure out what’s ahead. It gives a purpose to the days. The hope of renting a house for the cold months died with reports on the radio of strangers in country towns met with hostile reactions. Strangers are dangerous for what they may… Continue reading…
I found what I’ve needed all this time under the house, when we were fossicking for junk for Moxham’s barge – which still hasn’t come back, so the jetty is lettered with rubbish, and we have a hard time checking the fish traps. But there it was – a seed germinating box! complete with… Continue reading…
GG says because of our failure, clearly the crabs aren’t running and the creek must be fished out. He might be right. He often is. Then there’s only the garden to feed us. But which are the weeds and which the spinach? I sowed the spinach seeds, admittedly out of date, along the… Continue reading…
Written 2 April, 2020 Today, no farming, no fishing. The water tanks overflow, the power drops to 9, the generator roars half the day…. But with headphones on, i sit on the sofa and read. I run down to the veggie garden to check the spinach. Who’d know if it was… Continue reading…