From Monday people will have to wear masks in shops here in England. That doesn’t bother me, me and my hubby have both been wearing face coverings of one thing or another since lockdown began.
What does bother me is the outcry against them. A Tory MP tore up his membership card because of it.
Now our Prime Minister is saying it could all be OK by Christmas!
This is after over 45000 deaths that have been attributed to Covid 19 since it arrived here.
I’ve had a couple of family members that have had it. One is still affected a couple of months later. They told me it’s nothing like a touch of flu. That it’s really bad, and they didn’t get it badly.
Now I’ve got one friend telling me it’s all fake, not real, all a conspiracy! Another said she wouldn’t have a vaccination or allow her daughter to have it. Why? Why would you put your granny, or uncle, or child at risk because you don’t believe in a virus? Why would you not wear a mask to protect others?
And why would you not take a vaccine if it was safe? When Edward Jenner came up with a vaccine for Smallpox maybe the people in his day were against it. But why now? How many people are alive today because they were vaccinated. In this age of Fake news we need to use our brains. Not believe the first thing that someone says on the Internet. We need to fact check maybe.
But most of all we need to be safe and wear a mask and wash our hands.
The fog around my brain
settles gently like a cloud
touching my shoulders
as if sitting on hilltops.
The grey fug tightens round my head
stopping me from thinking
tying me down to my own space.
Glued down with sticky oozes
thoughts trapped in flypaper.
Mind chilled and frozen.
Sliced into shattering slivers.
held in abeyance
until the world starts spinning
me pinned to it
like the proverbial butterfly on a wheel.
Sad day today.
I’d had some of my paintings on display at a lovely art shop in Stoke called Serendiparty. It was displaying local artists work, and also art workshops for a creative experience. Unfortunately the lock down happened soon after it had opened up, so the people didn’t visit and it’s had to close.
This is so sad. The person who ran it is called Phil. He really wanted to bring something new to the town. He is still creating his own artworks and has decided to work from home. I wish him the very best. He deserves it for trying hard to make the place work.
Is it strange to wash my shopping? I get in and wipe each item over with washing up liquid. It’s making my hands sore, but I think it’s important to do it. Sorry about the little sketch but I didn’t want to advertise what groceries I buy.
Anyway, I know the coverings might be perfectly clean, but my argument is that you don’t know who has handled them.
A couple of weeks ago? A friend asked me to share details of a meeting against the lockdown and I refused. I thought it was a bad idea as its just an opportunity for the virus to start spreading again…
It now turns out that there have been calls all over the country for people to meet up. It looks like a peaceful protest… BUT it turns out the meetings are being organised by far right anti vaccination groups.
What worries me is that people will go.
The outcome may be: Hug, meet, die! Our health service is struggling. Why would you go and infect a stranger? People are asymptomatic and may not even be aware they are ill. Will all of them be wearing masks…? I doubt it.
Stay safe, don’t go to one of these meetings. Don’t be misled by right-wing agitators.
I wake on a cliff edge.
Tension racks my shoulders
Stiff, creaking joints.
Sleep does not touch the tightness.
I feel like bones will break.
Mentally I’m OK,
Physically I’m OK
But my mind is tying my body in knots.
Spine fused with tension.
Like a gathering storm.
Waves waiting to break,
Teeth ground to sand.
Thunder clashes overhead.
Will I fall?
Will I stand.
I just had a gentle argument with a friend on Facebook. I’ve been watching the BBC news in the UK, and a lot of it is about the covid19 virus. There is a small amount of criticism about how our government is dealing with it.
Then there are clips of President Trump, seemingly saying that people should have the right of freedom of speech and they should not have to be in lockdown? He’s going to be speaking to the governor of New York about it? The scary thing is people need to keep away from each other so the virus can’t spread easily. Someone said they would rather be six feet apart than six feet under.
The news also said deaths in America are spiking, and that many thousands have died already.
But my friend, who I really like, supports Trump who is blaming the World Health organisation.
The thing is, it doesn’t matter who is to blame. It matters what Trump or any other politician is going to do about it.
In the end its not where you start, it’s where you end up that is the important thing. Life is difficult, but ignoring experts, and making things up as you go along is not sensible.
That feeling of being trapped, a prisoner. But should that be our first feeling? In these weird times we can use ideas to try and cope. I’ve been talking to a friend, and I said that I thought being enclosed in a home is more akin to being a priest or a nun. Let me explain. I don’t mean in a religious way exactly. But if your home is safe, then it’s like being closed off from the rest of the world. Even to the extent that some people became hermits. Clearly this is not out of choice. But the point is you don’t have to feel imprisoned.
Yes it’s frustrating. I would really like to go to a restaurant or a pub or go out for a walk. And because I can’t go out I think about it more. But it is a temporary situation. It’s bad, but it’s not going to harm me to stay home. Stay safe.
A forty year old photo of a river I took when I was young.
It reminded me to calm down, try and relax, maybe ignore the news for a couple of days and get some rest.
I’ve also had to leave some of the emails I get. I can’t keep up with all the notifications of news. I want to read everyone’s posts, but I have responsibilities that I need to take care of. Even in this mad situation you still have to cope.
So anyway. I hope everyone is doing OK. It’s hard to think of people stuck in their homes. Not allowed out. In lockdown. I imagined that the world was linked and that people would feel each others pain or loneliness. But of course that isn’t true. Otherwise when people in different countries went through famine or disease we would know and help them… But sadly it doesn’t work like that.