It had to come, short rainy days, dark nights and I have to go out tonight! But apart from that life is back to being routine, I am going to meetings, out to lunch about once a week, keeping up with friends again. There are still people who go out very rarely but that is really motivated by their own fears. There is very little chance of Covid infection. I feel sorry for those who listen to the many rumours floating around about the vaccinations and are afraid to have one but I have had my first and my flu shot so feel more protected.
But this weekend it is Mother's Day on Sunday and we have a temporary 3 day restriction and are back to wearing masks in public again, no singing in church etc so I have told my daughter not to come down to me on Sunday as we can celebrate some other time. No need to have her travel to our hot spot if she doesn't have to. In Newcastle she is out of the Greater Sydney bubble and working in the nursing home she has to declare if she has visited me. Life gets complicated by these sudden shutdowns but I think we are getting used to it. Becoming cynical in fact.
Apart from these short breaks with reality I am okay. I can get around, enjoy the short bursts of sunshine that winter features, going out in the garden and doing the repotting that needs to be done. I have unpacked a box of old books Mum had, they have been in storage from 2001 when she came to "visit" me and then went into the nursing home. I have read most of them before but they will be okay for winter reading. The cat mats are still needed and I am slowly, s.l.o.w.l.y, getting into the decluttering. I do welcome any interruption to that unsavoury task, but it is necessary.
The aim of the decluttering is more cupboard space and hopefully easier packing up if anything happens to me and I need to go into residential care. At 73 that is a possibility if I get seriously ill in the future. And my daughter would have to do it. Having packed up for my parents and knowing how emotional it was for me I will try not to impose that on my Shirley. I know that is a dark thought but I guess the shut in feeling from the rainy days bring those thoughts to mind. But I am strong enough now to face that. A year or two ago that was not so.
I still talk to Peter on Messenger, as contemporaries we have the same concerns and as old friends we have a lot of joint memories to talk about. He has finally got his Master of History paperwork and with no official graduation days this year is having a church blessing instead. I have also caught up with a couple of old friends from my working days and hope to meet up with those two former colleagues this month. Life changes and hopefully meeting up with friends and family makes those changes easier. Like everyone else I have my hopes and fears particularly bring on my own and cope as best I can with the life I have.
So how do we go forward from here is a question asked here at all levels of our society. You can tell I have too much time on my hands when I ask questions like that. So I better stop typing, go and get some breakfast and go on with the day. Keep safe, keep well and we'll all come through this troubled time.