I kinda really really wanted to write this morning but then I got up, threw on some clothes and shoes and re-positioned my garden furniture around to sit in the sun, it’s bliss, first thing, pre computer, just grab the chair, position, sit and breath deeply outside. It’s kinda the best.
I chugged a glass of water before I headed outside and flicked the kettle on, I could hear it boiling away in the background through the door, with all the birds singing and tractors heading down the lane busy about their day, probably been up and doing that for hours already — storms are due today.
Actually it’s looking like a stormy week, while it’s still in the 60’s today we hit rain early evening and it’s a rainy ass week for then on, in a way I’m glad for some alternative weather to match the grim mood. Maybe it’s just me but it’s hard to associate all the bad news of covid-19 when it’s sunny out — maybe sunshine is just one of our happy places.
I have no idea where I was or how young I was in this picture btw but it was a long long time ago for sure, I think I was sneezing like crazy afterwards.
You left me a lovely message this morning. One that I struggled to just write something pithy back too because I felt that would be a disservice to your intention. So I decided to write here instead because heck, if we wanna be immutable about our feelings we can be right?
As a couple who actually enjoy some level of isolation in our respective ‘jobs’ and lives, that whole saying ‘the world is made for two’ is always something that resonates for me. As mini poppet get’s older she will be moving towards finding potentially her number two as well and I’m gonna be kinda on eggshells for a while when that happens! :) but all good.
I’m reminded again this morning how spoiled we are with nature. Like, how this stuff has not been taxed yet in some way is quite incredible, you know MAN would find a way to make this stuff illegal and yet here we are with our own little ‘last person on earth’ scenario playing out each day.
I had this weird moment this morning where it actually felt so real like that and the first thing that went to my mind was how much meat in stores would be going off in a situation like that — dot and dm out on a supermarket food run in the early morning, rifles and crossbows akimbo and watches in sync to grab as many canned products as possible as the meat counter unfortunately was moving with the rabid infestation of over populated meat products.
The impossible burger aisle looked fine thou, neon lights flashing with the occasion letter missing but the products looked ok, we had impossible burger that night from a successful run, we drove around for two more additional hours to enjoy the sunset vista from different angles and to make sure we didn’t have a tail. It was pretty terrific.
Well my dear, it’s coming up to the time when you normally kinda rise and shine, I’m hoping in a way that make you are having a lie in and that your gonna take today a little easier, I know you had a bunch of logistics to do in the garden yourself yesterday so it’s gonna be a care day for you!
I’ll never get bored of writing to you in our digital docket journeys and while I cannot promise that I’ll ever do a balloon ride after watching aeronauts with you yesterday I can assure you that if there was a way to get on a cargo ship for thirty days AND get off the other side and get through BGP border patrol on the other side I damn well would.
I could totally see myself recording little 320x240 videos from aboard a cargo ship as it hits rough seas and some kind of atmospheric plastic patch cinema graphs as we crunch our way through plastic island hell along the way across — it must have been quite the experience for your grandma to travel from Italy to America back in the day by boat, what a life eh?
Ok, time to finish this up and get it posted. I want you to know that you are loved a lot by this dysfunctional half paddy over here, I’m doing well, feeling healthy, washing my hands, looking forward to the future and know that this imposed isolation is a learning curve for us which goes up while we wait for the peak of this infection curve to go down.
The world may have changed for ever, maybe we all were putting our subconscious requests to the off world life projector and that’s why we have this virus imposed cryostate now — it’s a time to look inward, recalibrate, optimise, really dig deep as to what you want your life to look like and how you want to interact with this world.
Until then, I’ll be plotting the best course for our own personal best time attempt through the kessel run.
Love you,
__humble x