Someone posted this photo on my Facebook feed last week with a caption along these lines: “I’d love to show this picture to someone in the 80s and ask them what they think is going on.”
They would have SO MANY questions.
I wore a face mask to do my grocery shopping at Woolies for the first time on Saturday. It felt so weird to walk up and down the aisles surrounded by people wearing face masks too. The current crisis still has a bad-dream-like air about it.
It’s hard to have perspective on being in the middle of a pandemic when … you’re in the middle of a pandemic …
It is going to be so whacked to look back on it and think – blimey, did that actually happened in my lifetime?
I read a fascinating article by anthropologist Wade Davis last night that said: “It will mark this era much as the 1914 assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, the stock market crash of 1929, and the 1933 ascent of Adolf Hitler became fundamental benchmarks of the last century.”
On a far more domestic level, it’s a bit crap that our kids, who are on the verge of their adult lives, are going to be stuck dealing with the years of repercussions ahead. Not to mention being unable to travel beyond our borders for the foreseeable future.
The youngest has given up on Hawaii and is desperately hoping for a Fiji bubble. I reckon she’ll be lucky to get Hamilton Island in the next few years – that will be about as tropical as travel will get.
But NSW is so much luckier than Victoria at the moment. For example, DD and I could still go to lunch with his mum and sister for his birthday at a nice restaurant on Saturday. Click here to read all about it at The Thirsty Travellers – Fireside Feast At Kipling Garage.
We also planned on having another one of our favourite Sunday roasts at the 4Pines. I’d offered to cook a pork and pumpkin risotto for dinner, but DD has been feeling very Groundhog Day about life at the moment – he’s used to spending half his life travelling for work – so he wanted to get out of the house.
Might as well while we can.
Unfortunately, 4Pines only had bar stools available at shared tables. DD knows how I feel about eating my roast on a bar stool at a shared table, so he booked us into the Pittwater RSL instead, where we are invariably the youngest people in the room. The ambience and food doesn’t quite match the 4Pines, but it was still lovely to be out together sipping a glass of wine and nibbling Yorkshire Pudding.
And that’s about it for my weekend news. The rest of it was spent pottering around the house, doing the grocery shopping and going for five walks.
Oh, and being annoyed by Adele warbling “Hello” on the radio.
Geez that song gets on my goat. Move on, Adele, move on!
“Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing”
No, he does not want go over everything after all these years. I literally want to give her a good shake every time I hear it.
That may be the menopause talking, but I prefer to think it’s the pragmatism.
Song of the day: Talking Heads “Once in a lifetime”