I began my new job on August 1.
At last, I feel the urge to shout..... at last I can work again! Its been five months of minimal activity.
How sad that I measure my success with this slow , challenging time, by whether my jeans still fit!!!!!
Clearly demonstrates the impact of a life lived in constant battle with the voracious hunger for food!
But this is not why I write...
My corona life has meant a cessation of the things that mean so much.
For those who don't know, I am in Tasmania, the locked island of Australia- but I don't complain except about maskless fools and hoax idiots. My kind friend keeps me mobile , with a loan of a car as Black Betty no longer resides in my garage.
Walking is great, except when you have a lot to do! Walking is great when the path leads through a forest, an Italian village.... the wilds of Moonah are exempt from such praise.
I digress. Tangential meanderings are a constant in this world I inhabit- apologies.
I work in China now, except I am not physically there.
But when I get there, it is so good to know that a whole new world awaits ..
A world such as I have not not known except for my Melbourne adventures as a child, to Chinatown and its bewildering menus.
Until then
I remain
a prisoner of corona
not until its tendrils are trimmed and severed
Not until
the unthinking
the stupid
the vapid partygoers
the footy enthusiasts
the Hillsong gatherers and hunters
not until
the cruel and ignorant
the self centred
the whingers
Not until
we realise that we are all part of one world
and what happens affects us all
not until
humanity draws
its actions
and ideas
so that our world can
be calm
take back its health
Until then
the battle seems to be ongoing
and
I miss my friend.
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