Hi guys,
Yes, that P
instead of an L is correct. All the kids are up in that on ye olde internette,
except it’s usually an expression of woe is me. Well, it is a little woe is me,
thanks to the Golden Crowned Lurgy.
And yes I’m on
holiday. No, not over to see that 99% well-behaved son of mine. Still a travel
ban here in Oz and after a quick pray sesh (that’s session, my non-Aussie
friends) I really didn’t feel I’d get an exemption. It wasn’t like I was off to
fight the GCL on the frontline with Medecins Sans Frontieres.
So, sadly, that Daddy’s
In Town dinner at IHOP will have to wait until next year, hopefully on the back
of a vaccine or at least no travel ban.
Still, I need
the break. And a break from Sydney. Hello, Broke in the Hunter Valley, I’m
going to visit you, taste some wines, and bring them back. Kinda pricey but,
well, why not?
Okay, I don’t
really know what to blog about this week, being a day late, and nothing like
last week’s blog to offer, except offer guest blog space on my off weeks – need
some audience and reach, and to entertain you lot (admit it, you like content, lot’s
of content!). Who knows how it will go? I’ve had one person ask about it but
nothing from it. No response 1, Trent meh. Oh well.
You know what? The
need of breaks. Me, to paraphrase Hamilton (King George III is my ringtone now
lol), I’m running like I’m running out of time. Maybe it’s not drinking water
during the day and before bed, but resting is hard even getting ten hours’ sleep,
and feeling fresh in the morning. I can be wiped by the hometime bell, not wanting
to rosary it up afterwards, just wanting to vegetate, too lazy to game, watch a
movie, read Moby Dick.
No, we’re not
built for long-term stress, living on edge, slaving away on the edge of panic.
Throw in the GCL, travel bans, quarantines, border closures, getting the Total
Recall nose treatment, financial help missing casualised workforces, and it’s a
recipe for disaster. Yeah, I’ll call it that, while certain right-minded
(emphasis on the right) individuals, businesspeople, and politicians have a whinge
about the pandemic reality – and add to the problem.
It’s an
interesting world to see. All thing considered, I’m rather pragmatic about it,
this new normal in the world being my normal for the past, well, 20 years. Yes,
I’m concerned, gobsmacked about Victoria, the situations overseas. But, it
really is just another day for me.
Enough of me,
how do we do breaks in the face of the Gojira of colds and flus? Victoria has a
curfew, and Melburnians just can’t duck off to the Yarra Valley like I can nip
up the Hunter. How do we do breaks in general? Parts of this world won’t have
the luck of Jobkeeper, and are still stuck in the “joy” of wars, famines,
neglect of the poor. Why am I/we so lucky, when others aren’t?
I’m sorry I don’t
have the answer, or the means to get everyone a break. Well, I do, but it’s a
manic dream of a step to the left, no more blowing each other up, getting back
to the imperfect ideals of commonwealths, equity and equality.
Maybe we can aim
for that stuff, taking breaks, rather than racing headlong to, “Cheer up, Jack,
I’m alright.” Maybe that’s the silver lining of the Golden Crowned Lurgy, if we
look for it. For now, I’ll leave it there, on the hope of a good one, and with
links to my last post, and my Three Ways self-interview.
T.M.
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