It was my intention to blog early and watch some theatre online. It hasn’t happened. Some people are saying they are bored. I don’t know where the time goes. There are errands to run, things to deliver, things to order (note to self: toothbrush heads), the daily domestic chores, emails and texts to make sure people are okay, to say I am okay, post to open, podcasting to plan or record. By the time I have done that, the day is half over.
Changing the bed linen (with help)
I am now completely in the rhythm of doing jigsaws. I know the super quick neighbours are probably panting at the whatever people pant at for the next one. It applies a certain pressure, though not unwelcome. It’s a kindly sort of pressure.
There are so many things to do, online courses in just about anything, that I am wondering how competitive people are going to be about their home time when they get back to work. Maybe there’ll be lots of oneupmanship about how you have used the time. Only read War and Peace and watched reruns of Rumpole of the Old Bailey? Forget promotion for the next five years. Learned Mandarin, the mandolin, made a deal with an esteemed publisher in your handy self help guide to social distancing and mindfulness?You shall go to the ball. Actually I think it’s pretty inevitable. Sad but inevitable.
My mindfulness takes the form of noticing things I have passed by many times before without seeing
How not to queue safely
Believe it or not I took atet photograph yesterday. I heard the security guy telling women who had gathered around the shop they it’s right people have to wait, that it was better that way, safer, and it would only be a few minutes. I don’t think they agreed. From my flat I have seen police on bikes and wondered what they were doing. Now I believe they were patrolling queues and persuading those shoppers too ignorant or bloody minded to observe safe distancing that it is not an option to do otherwise.
I was on my own bike this morning, rather cobwebby but with pumped up tyres. It felt great to be out on it, to cover a distance in five minutes that takes so much longer on foot. But it was cold. I had evidently not understood the weather forecast. Celia was doing her own walk today to keep a hospital appointment north of the river. She reckoned she’d have had enough by the time she got home. There is so much less traffic on the roads, and anyway I avoid the main ones, that I’d like to think I might get my cycling mojo back. My confidence has never recovered since my accident.
I whizzed round our local streets and headed too Kennington Park to see if it was as empty this morning as it was when I drove by yesterday. It was. To my delight Bee Urban was open and welcoming visitors to stroll around the hives and beds, keeping a good distance apart. As I was the only person there, it didn’t present a problem.
Bee Urban – Open!
When my dad died I couldn’t read or take photographs. I am experiencing the same problem now. But today I hyave had a breakthrough. This Iris in the garden was so stunning I had to get my camera and photograph it. It may not be the best photo, but it is an important watershed.
So still with camera in hand, I took a few pix of flowers in our garden.