Three weeks ago we had freedom, full shops and nothing to fear, and we didn’t appreciate how lucky we were.
Three weeks ago it was cold and I was wearing a fleece and jumper in the house and sleeping under two duvets. Now I have discarded the fleece and jumper and a duvet. However, it looks like the cold may be making a return, so things may not have changed as much as I thought.
Three weeks ago I was always tired, as I never managed to get any decent sleep. These days I am remarkably well rested and and my life has taken on a natural rhythm, which sees me sitting up until the early hours then sleeping in until it is time to get up and eat brunch. It’s not a way of living that will survive the resumption of work, but it’s very relaxing.
For me, life in lockdown has not been too bad. There have been bits where I worried about where all the food had gone, and even a short period where I worried about dying. Then I realised that I wasn’t going to starve and that there was nothing I could do about dying. So I forgot to worry.
I’m not really worrying about anything right now. I’m taking steps to ensure a good supply of food and I’m keeping myself isolated but that’s not the same as lying awake at night worrying about starvation and death.
I have accumulated a number of health problems that are mainly to do with over-indulgence, and if the coronavirus gets me it will be my own fault. To be honest, until I read the information on factors that might lead to my death I didn’t even think I was ill. I kept reading about elderly people with underlying health problems and thinking “Poor sods. I’m glad I’m not one of them.”
Then I actually read the list and realised I was one of them.
I am currently preparing for death by looking up famous last words and combing through poetry for suitable quotes.
It doesn’t do to be morbid. On the other hand it’s just as well to have your famous last words ready, because if they aren’t good enough they may never become famous.
Burntstump Country Park, Notts
The photographs are, again, from a time when I was allowed to drive to places and walk round.
Beautiful photos! Thank you for a bit of sunshine in a gloomy time.
Thank you. I try my best. 🙂
I love the photo at the top of the post – exactly the kind of path I like to walk down 😊
It is a good footpath – it runs from a pub car park to the pond in the final picture. There used to be water voles in the pond but they seem to have gone. Shame.
Maybe they will come back? I heard an interesting piece on the radio yesterday about wildlife moving in because humans have ‘moved out’.
It would be nice to think they might come back – they are very interesting creatures to watch.
I’ve not seen one in the flesh, so to speak 😊
Normally you here a plop as they drop into the river and see a head above the water. They can be tricky to spot,.
https://www.ywt.org.uk/wildlife-explorer/mammals/water-vole
Looks cute 🥰
I think that’s a fair assessment. 🙂
I consider that the whole business is easier for us retirees. How about : “I blogged therefore I was”?
I didn’t realise you were retired – blogger, raconteur and bionic knee test-bed married to a a gardener, cook, driver and photographer. Where do you find the time to be retired?
🙂 You will find out.
🙂 It would be nice to think so.
Or, ” Veni, vedi blogi.” I came, I saw, I blogged.
🙂
That would do nicely… 🙂
The photos are exceptionally colorful and very beautiful, Quercus. We all soldier on with our genetic and health baggage. Nothing else one can do. Worrying will not help, and probably just makes one more prone to disease from continual stress.
Glad you are enjoying life and taking things a day at a time. May I suggest shrimp scampi on linguine and champagne for you and Julia?
That moment you realize that you might be at risk…..
Yes, it was a sobering moment.
My mother is almost 80 and lives in New Jersey, USA. She still does not admit she’s at risk.
It’s hard not to admire her for this stance. 🙂 However, it’s also hard not to worry about parents isn’t it?
Lovely photographs to illustrate a thought provoking post. Last time I looked I found that I was exactly the average age of those dying from the virus and as I have asthma, I have been quite anxious to avoid catching the thing. I had previously thought that I was probably immortal but that has changed now so I am very grateful for your tip about famous last words.
Yes, it would be a waste to live all those years and fail to take the chance of uttering some famous last words.
That must mean I am below average compared to those who are dying, it would be vexing to be below average AND without famous last words.
I may try something along the lines of wanting one of Mrs Botham’s pork pies, though I hope to avoid this sort of controversy.
https://thelatelord.com/tag/bellamys-veal-pies/
I rather like Spike Mulligan’s “I told you I was ill.”
You will need to prepare the ground for that one by complaining you are ill. Possibly several times.
I was thinking of having something in very small letters so they had to stand close to read it. Something like “Get off my grave!”
Nice one!
🙂
One might suppose if there were a controversy more than 200 years hence concerning what might pass for your final words… well, then certainly you’ve made quite the impression.
Yes, it would be fun to go down in history.