Our friend in Launceston arranged a catch up for us, our Hair Dresser Friend and the remaining Brother Friend who lives in Thailand. Of course we were socially distanced by the brilliance of the internet.
We used FB Messenger and while it was problematic at times, we spent a couple of hours together chatting, with the limitations of the app. We could mostly see all five of us, and we were already clued up on the speech delays. While the set time was 5pm, and we were set up to have our drinks and nibbles ready by then, she called at 4.30 which threw us into chaos, but we managed. R had showered to look his best. I had dabbed with a tissue at my bleeding makeup.
We have arranged to do the same next weekend at the same time with a couple of other people included. FB limits to 5 people, so we will use Zoom. We used Zoom for our Owners' Corporation meeting and it worked well enough.
The auto sanitiser machine on the ground floor kept running out of fluid. Another has been installed. Everyone is respecting the two people in a lift rule. And then yet another ground floor sanitiser has been installed Surgical masks protect others but not so much you.
Am I getting used to wearing masks when out? No.
The joke of Who is that Masked Man has worn thin. You have to be of a certain age to get that.
Runners and cyclists don't have to wear a mask. Some do but imagine the expelled air, especially from runners as they run past you!
Compliance with masking is very good. You can remove your mask in public to eat, drink or smoke.
Mother managed to have her lawns at her now sold house mowed the day before Stage 4 lockdown along with having her hair done, the house sale to be confirmed on the 14th. While her life hasn't changed too much she is missing seeing people and sick of looking at the primulas she potted up at the front door of ABI Brother's place.
Fire Fighting Nephew's Poppet is due to be born in two days.
We can no longer go out together for shopping or food. We've generally stopped buying food out at all and as we individually go out most days for food, we might have a lonely cup of coffee on our own. The amount of recycling material we produce each day has doubled, and I don't just mean clinking wine bottles.
Am I bored? Not really. There are always things to do at home. While R cleaned my ensuite today, I cleaned the barbeque. I finished both an ebook and a proper book today. I watched some amusing Youtube videos as well as the usual type of videos I watch. I communicated with people via the information super highway. I drove out to buy some milk and takeaway coffee. I went out for a decent walk, with more bought out coffee and listened to some podcasts.
Before I knew it, it was time for a glass of wine before dinner. TV is not bad tonight.
I have little to complain about, but complain I will. This is a load of shit! I want my old life back.
I guess if you wonder if you are depressed, you are not suffering depression. I feel great sadness for me, for us, for family and friends, for the people of Beirut and for the world. But don't you worry about me. I am a privileged person in this world. Bother your heads about others who are far less fortunate.