Sunday 06 December
I have always been a glass half full person, always. But this is a testing time. I don’t believe it’s changing my inner self but it is putting pressure on my outlook, even though I know that it’s temporary. The problem is that this ‘temporary’ feels never ending.
I woke this morning to news of more positive tests of Covid19 of colleagues and friends. Then there’s the family matters, I feel I can’t talk about what to do next with Dad’s situation. I feel wary of putting too much in writing on this blog. I didn’t start writing it as an emotional remedy to life’s trials and tribulations. It was just to record a year living here alongside Coronavirus.
But there was that phase during the summer, when I was able to appreciate everything around me, where there was a sense of calm and clarity. Even though the pandemic was in full flow. That feels very different now. The craziness of the whole situation across the country is inescapable, and it’s impacting home and work. Alongside this is worldwide drama, is the national and local versions of its effects. On top of that are the usual trappings of simply living.
But we walked today, and enjoyed the sunshine and the fresh air. Then, when we got home, the Christmas lights went up outside the house. Small pleasures.
Tomorrow brings another working day, delicately balancing expectations and emotions. Meanwhile, everyone is tired. And I take Dad to get his scan.
The Bald Birder 