{"id":2995,"date":"2020-09-08T23:48:42","date_gmt":"2020-09-08T23:48:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/suewoolfe.com.au\/pages\/?p=2995"},"modified":"2020-09-14T11:25:49","modified_gmt":"2020-09-14T11:25:49","slug":"day-168","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/suewoolfe.com.au\/pages\/day-168\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 168"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written 8 September, 2020<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Daniel Andrews announced the releasing of restrictions in Victoria, to prevent a third wave, and all businesses are up in arms. the federal government is up in arms. Health must not take so long. All sorts of arguments are shouted against it. They’d like to strangle him. \u00a0But the modelling showed him that any other way, there’s be a 63% chance of a third wave. This way, only a 3% chance. But the people of Victoria love him- he has 70% approval. \u00a0He’s right – the country deserves a proper Christmas. It’s been too hard a year to miss out on Christmas. I’m desperate for Carols by Candlelight, though i’ve sneered at it for years. I dream\u00a0 of standing together on a balmy evening with people holding a candle, singing all those dear carols I thought I was sick of. Now I’d give anything to do it. \u00a0The belonging together, a puny but resolute little crowd with quivering candles, under the stars of\u00a0 this immense universe.<\/p>\n

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And Kitty has little cousins in Melbourne she’s come to love, after being scared of little children all her life. When we die, they’ll be her only family. Their parents, GG’s neice and nephew-in-law, and therefore mine, are front line health workers in Melbourne pathology labs, day by day testing for the virus. We must be together, we need to be together, along with their mother, GG’s lovely sister, who’s struggling to recover from cancer. We must go\u00a0 to them.\u00a0 it’s become\u00a0 our annual family pilgrimage, and now we need it more than ever.<\/p>\n

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Meanwhile, we cleared the land all yesterday, and all today, for here terror is double- the virus, and summer fires. I’m taking out only the dead ferns, leaving the others, for though a fire will instantly suck the life out of them, until it comes- here’s hoping it won’t!!! – little animals may call the ferns home.<\/p>\n

We must clear the land before the end of the burning off-season – October 1st- less than 3 weeks away!<\/p>\n

And yet I keep going back to the house, flopping on the sofa, out of breath,\u00a0 and napping, one nap for a wasteful\u00a0 two hours.<\/p>\n

You’re\u00a0 just working toon hard<\/em>, says GG, but his voice is worried.<\/p>\n

Even though he’s working hard too, chopping down low-lying branches, he doesn’t take naps. He’s got a huge pile of branches from our neighbour’s block, piled up to dry out so we can burn them. You’d never know he’s one-armed. He’s using my new chain saw, too busy to let me use it. Besides, I don’t need it for ferns.<\/p>\n

I work on the precipice, because I’m more sure-footed than him. Less likely to fall. Visitors\u00a0 joke that when they leave here, they’ve been walking on such a slope,\u00a0 that one leg has grown longer than the other.<\/p>\n

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