Blog day 27 – the delayed celebration
Dear Fellow captives,
Well my countdown to day 28 has become a countdown to day 33. Another 17% added to my total. And this isn’t a positive billing statistic. It’s us living it. Together but alone. As soon as teenager 1 heard the announcement he spoke for our bubble when he said “grrooan but I’m sick of you all already”. Fair point, well made.
I am starting to wonder if I could take up a job that would allow me to leave the house. Jacinda talks of construction and forestry, but how about the charming (but misguided) thought of working at a winery, florist, even the McDonalds drive through sounds good right now. I don’t like McDonalds but for many you I would be delivering happiness in a paperbag. That’s gotta be satisfying.
Instead I stare down another 3 weeks. It stares back and I crumble and whimper. You see in the announcement yesterday I got my runway towards life easing back to some form of normality and social contact. But it seems too far away. Alert level 3 does nothing substantive for me. I am left to do basically the same thing with my same bubble mates for another three weeks. And I know there are those of you out there who would lecture me in a Jacinda-like fashion making me feel guilty about my selfish and self-pitying thoughts. In contrast, however immature it might be, I am content to have a little wallow before I gather the strength to stare back at the three weeks ahead with confidence and determination.
So instead I am going to try and drag some positives out of COVID-19 to drag me out of my sulk:
- We hardly see Winston Peters at present. He only manages to pipe up and say something truly daft in a brief moment when Jacinda has her hand off his throat muzzling him, or if he loses a court case;
- We don’t have a commute to work;
- Most of my work files are under control because nothing is happening;
- After many, many years of marriage, said husband has learnt to take the path of least resistance with me which is working well for me. Old dog, new tricks.
- Teenagers sleep in and then have taken to their bikes so we have to deal with them less each day (I do love them I promise but I love them more when they have stuff to do);
- The dog is getting lots, and I mean lots, of walks.
And I do look forward to:
- the odd takeaway under Alert level 3;
- going for a drive or to a different park, or both;
- hopefully mountain bike parks and golf courses being open;
- heading to a beach;
- getting closer to Alert level 2.
So my celebration at 28 days is delayed. But make my day, said husband just said we can change shoppers and I can go on Friday. Hold me back from the excitement. How can I wait until Friday! It is so sad but that thought has made my day.
On that note of positivity, kia kaha, my lovelies, and adieu. Stay safe and remember grease is on its way to a place near you!
The Silky Otter – day 26