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March 1 2020
It is a Sunday and those who know me
Know I do the sofa and television on Sundays.
It is 31 degrees and I suspect I am depressed
March 3 2020
All the fires up the east coast are out.
I celebrate by getting busy and painting the
totem pole I last painted when my marriage ended.
Then it was a surprisingly joyous display for such a sad occasion
I paint it the same to remind myself
And so I do not repaint history.
March 4 2020
I swim and go to my pottery class
where we talk tentatively about this virus
and how it might disrupt our classes.
I feel hot and leaden and heavy and unwell
but go to dinner with friends as a potential cure all.
It works.
March 5 2020
I swim and feel virtuous and healthy.
I garden and [lay with my garden furniture
Enjoying my new cushions
Better.
March 6 2020
I take my self out for breakfast and loiter into the day
I watch the young man across the street mow his nature strip
For the third time this month and want to say to him
"Stop you are turning it to dust "
March 8th 2020
I wake with acute pain in my left side
Tearful and fearful of the covid threat that lies
behind health settings, implied but to stated
explicitly.
March 9 2020
Absolutely laid out
Do not bother getting up
Acute diverticulitis which is my occasional health daemon
and which I have not managed well on this occasion.
I drink fluids and there is a glorious blood moon for my troubles.
March 10 2020
Today is postponed
I call the doctor
March 11 2020
Pottery is cancelled as the covid warnings build
The young GP fears I may burst a bubble and become septic
She calls in an old hand and he says
best to avoid hospitals.
I an happy with anti biotics
March 12 2020
I have been up all night
with the gut cramps so common with this disorder
And the sweats. I am fragile and hope the pills are working.
Bad timing as the covid stories become more serious.
March 16 2020
I see my GP again in person although we have been
tele healthing so as to avoid contact
A public health emergency declared
A bigger problem that mine.
I have more pills and air travel around and into Australia is slashed.
Mandatory Quarantine introduced.
I feel fragile. The world feels fragile.
March 18 2020
The pool has been closed due to the threat of COVID.
and the homeless are being hotelled across Victoria
My pottery class is social distancing but feels a little unsafe.
I have a friend to dinner who is too sad to want to deal with covid.
I get that and wonder how I will manage myself.
March 19 2020
Hundreds of passengers from a cruise ship where people had COVID
were discharged into Australia
No checks , no balances.
They spread out to their homes across the country
to recover from their ordeal.
And spread infection.
March 22 2020
People are beginning to die from COVID
Older people and to day non essential services have been shut down
and the school holidays brought forward.
It is twelve months since my mother died and we have cancelled the family
get together of cousins from far off places.
My mother was 91 when she died.
It all feels too hard.
March 23 2020
I have begun researching close to home projects
Citizen science opportunities and galleries that have virtual access
I walk with friends and talk to another who is, as ever
wilfully negative. He says it is an English trait and besides, as well as covid
they have Boris.
March 24 2020
I finally got my my blog organised to share my writing
It is a reaction to the existential and very real threats being communicated
daily by our clearly worried Prime Minister who has formed a national cabinet with the Premiers. .
Non elective surgeries and dental services have been stopped
The world is turning slower.
March 30 2020
Today we are told that we are only being allowed to leave our homes for four reasons:
food and supplies; medical care; exercise; and work or education
Gatherings of no more than two people unless they are members of an immediate household and it is for work or education are banned.
We are told these conditions will be enforced .
Into isolation.
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