Written 20 July, 2020 I did a lot of hugging of K this morning. She needed hugs, bending over, nestling our bodies in to each other’s warmth and smells and livingness. i spent the afternoon at my professor’s house, explaining my course, preparing an introduction, a welcome letter, and a folder with all the… Continue reading…
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Day 119
Written 19 July, 2020 We left, sadly as always. Dy needed a tow of his boat to DB’s boasted, to get the motor fixed. We’d tow it, and he’d follow in his canoe. It was 15 degrees, and taking pity on Trippy, despite his warm coat, I offered to hold him in my… Continue reading…
Day 118
Written 18 July, 2020. In Melbourne, the news is that the entire second wave came about because a security guard slept with one of the overseas travellers he was supposed to be guarding. She unknowingly had the virus, he unknowingly caught it, went home, gave it to his family including a brother who… Continue reading…
Day 117
Written 17 July, 2020. Every morning we listen together to the ABC’s Coronacast with Norman Swann and Tegan Taylor:https://www.abc.net.au/radio/programs/coronacast/ “Norman says” is heard most days in our otherwise dysfunctional but entire loveable house. “Norman says” to wash the virus off the shopping with a soapy cloth. “Norman says” that they now know the… Continue reading…
Day 116
Written 16 July, 2020. I talk to my therapist who’s a doctor. The problem is that here K’s agoraphobia overcomes her and she goes “out” as far as the deck and scuttles back inside. But in the city, K goes out with her carer at least once a week, if not twice.… Continue reading…
Day 115
Written 15 July, 2020 Another day of dithering- do we bring K up, or let her stay? She’s dithering too. Should she stay or should she go? Dithering takes up a lot of the day, Every news broadcast. 34 cases linked to the Casula Hotel. This number doesn’t change. I find time to… Continue reading…
Day 114
Written 14 July, 2020. A fire roaring all night, rain pattering on the iron roof. We’d feared we wouldn’t have put aside kindling, but GG had, a whole yellow bucketful sitting in the cabin. It pours almost all day. A day of many colours. The Prof of Music rings and says that my course,… Continue reading…
Day 113
Written 13 July, 2020. In Melbourne city, the virus is rife, and someone’s brought it back to NSW, to a pub in Casula. There are 7 cases confirmed. We decide to go back to the river- where we were longing to be anyway. We’ll be the advance party and bring K if it gets… Continue reading…
Day 112
Written July 9, 2020. In the US, there are 130,000 dead of the virus, and 3 million cases. Trump says they’re in a “good place” but the rest of the world wouldn’t agree.. He says 99% of sick people recover, but the experts say 96% it sounds a small difference but…. Trump appeared… Continue reading…
Day 109
Written 6 July, 2020 Millie, my favourite We need to leave Marg’s house to get work done, to resume our real life. But 90 year old Marg still needs a watchful eye. We’ve got into the way of always cooking for her since she’d said, after looking after a family of seven,… Continue reading…