Day 163

2 September, 2020.

 

The second day of Spring. Much to- do about a woman in Victoria’s lockdown who was organising a protest against it- “the world’s biggest hoax” , she claimed, even though she’s giving in a state and a world where people are dying, oversees almost 870.000, in Australia 500- and to her surprise- although she somehow managed to film the whole thing- the police came knocking, to later arrest her. Inciting people to break the law – there’s a curfew and and a prohibition against gatherings – is a crime now. The media screamed horror because she was pregnant, and due to go to an ultrasound..

Arriving at the bay always takes a long time. But now it’s just us, and we’re going to the river, and my heart sings. There’s a low tide at 4 and we’re travelling light, so we’re sure to have oodles of time. Just a quick trip to Aldi and Bunnings of course for the joining up bits of the Bistro Blinds that we bought to keep us warm in winter- it’ll take no time at all. And he needs to pick up metal strip for it which he’s already ordered. While we’re there,  we find two perfect blue chairs for the pergola, to replace the old forms that no one can sit on or they’ll collapse, and I pop in to a nearby Bed Bath and Table for a pair of queen sized sheets because we’ve always made do on our Queen sized bed (Kitty’s really), with whatever I can cobble up, and  lately that’s been a huge white damask tablecloth, which was working nicely till GG noticed it.

We’ve been lying on a tablecloth? He was so incredulous, you’d think the plates and cutlery had been on it, and under him, as well.

And because it’s spring at last, after this difficult winter, a bluebird on a blue cushion sang to me, so it came as well.

We almost arrived on the first day of spring. Yesterday we set off but as we crossed the Harbour bridge, I got a call from K- we’d cooked for her using her crock pot and hadn’t remembered to take it back to her, though we’d taken her the food. It was already a race against the tide. At first we were indignant,- you got the food after all! then guilty,  and so we relented, and decided to make it today instead. Now nothing will stop us, and we’ll be in good time- no tide problems.

the things go wrong. At Bunnings, the ordered metal strips are there, but the woman serving Gordon gets called away, and twenty minutes ticks along. And the wonderful Dave Brown isn’t there at first, so it takes us a while to load- he comes finally and rescues us. So we’re racing the tide as usual! After dark as usual!

But we’re home.

 

 

 

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