… uploading the last two posts in June and July this year. I am wondering how much of this last two years any of us will hold in our long term memories We will hold the feelings, the trauma but perhaps not all of the memories. For that reason I have tried to keep taking photos – as always mostly of the sky and clouds – joy filled photos of life.
When I read the posts from June and July I did remember the visit to Adney Milkbar, a favourite take away place now we are back in lockdown in Melbourne. They know me by my name and me them.
When I remember back I was so happy the WorkSafe inspector was there to do a follow up COVID check. I just felt better about what they were doing. I felt safe.
This last week when going for my coffee one of the lovelies who works there was saying how rude people had been, swearing at them because they were asking people to use the QR code and wear masks at the order window. Some were really rude when being asked not to congregate outside.
What the actual hell?! Use your manners people, none of us want this, like this or need this lockdown – let alone a pandemic. But this is where we find ourselves and there is no reason you cannot use your manners and be pleasant to people. There is no way you were bought up to be rude and uncaring.
We are all sick of it, the lockdown, the COVID, the nightmare … you being a dick does nothing to change the lockdown, COVID nor the nightmare many find themselves in. It just makes you a thoughtless dick.
… update … it has not been how I have spent my days, started that beautiful book but the aching beauty has proved too much to keep going, it was too close to home in so many ways, will dip in and out as I can to keep myself calm.
I have listened to a book and started another, it is not the same but it is books and at the moment that is what I can manage, so being kind to myself about the not real reading judgement.
The Ocean at the end of the lane read by the author Neil Gaiman, was enthralling, it made me think and wonder … ponder what was real and what was imagined.
Blink read by the author Malcom Gladwell, am moving my way through and finding it really interesting, the thinking behind the concept of the snap judgement … will see what I think at the end of this reading.
Am listening to previews … searching for a novel to be read to me next.
Have picked up Dark Emu, but might go back to the Young Dark Emu … it has pictures.
… wet. It was a smokey evening, warm and filled with excitement. Seven kids in tow, who were so excited and did not really understand slow and meditative. We walked slowly droplets got us, but then a child whizzed by with glee and down the rain came.
It was pure joy and I didn’t mind getting wet at all.
… and noticing things. Things like a little budgie feather just lying about on the table at a friends place, sitting on the deck and noticing a little blue and white feather.
Reminding me of a budgie we had when we were kids, Mickey who lasted for years and years. I wonder if I should get a budgie, i quite like them … but then birds and their mess and dust and mites and my lungs … perhaps i am just content with the feather noticed.