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IDK. I feel like I should have gotten more done this weekend.
I got the front garden bed planted - with things that probably should have been planted four months ago for a spring feed. I might get something out of these by, oh, September/October. But I'll need the space ASAP for things like eggplant and corn and tomatoes...
And I moved the chook tractor. Raked out the bed, planted some parsnips on the backend of it, hoping for something semi-decent from them in the coming months. Maybe.
I was hoping to dig out one of the compost bays and sieve all the soil. Fill up the new bed in the orchard, trim down the front fence bed, de-weed the plastic pots (or move them to a place where the chooks can do the 'weeding'), move the chook-fencing to a different section of lawn...
But it's like the announcement of lockdown happened and everything just streeeeeeetched out.
In between all that, I thought I might get some sewing and writing and an episode of Bridgerton or two watched.
Yes, I am perhaps a little overambitious.
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It's amazing how the prospect of lockdown does something to the human mind. Like, I could most certainly survive on the contents of my pantry, fridge, and garden for the next two weeks, and still be well-fed and happy by the end of it. But the prospect of not being able to go shopping whenever I like for whatever I need is...unnerving.
And it feels different this time around to how it felt last year. Possibly because when Project Isolation Australia happened in March 2020, I'd just come back from an overseas trip and had no money to spend at all.
The thing is: I wasn't all that busy this week anyway - there wouldn't have been hockey training because we don't have a game next weekend (school holidays) and there wouldn't have been bible study because, again, school holidays. And yet I feel oddly bereft; like I'm missing out on things that weren't going to happen anyway.
Our current 'lockdown' (as I said, they're calling it a lockdown now, but the actual rules do not in any way, shape, or form resemble what anywhere else that's experienced a lockdown would recognise as a lockdown) goes until Friday, 9th July. If our numbers jump - here in Sydney or elsewhere in the state/nation - then we might very well be locked down for longer.
Okay. 10pm and I need sleep. Was thinking about bed at 8:30pm, I'm that tired.
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Need to post my cookbook challenges, too. Tomorrow.
I got the front garden bed planted - with things that probably should have been planted four months ago for a spring feed. I might get something out of these by, oh, September/October. But I'll need the space ASAP for things like eggplant and corn and tomatoes...
And I moved the chook tractor. Raked out the bed, planted some parsnips on the backend of it, hoping for something semi-decent from them in the coming months. Maybe.
I was hoping to dig out one of the compost bays and sieve all the soil. Fill up the new bed in the orchard, trim down the front fence bed, de-weed the plastic pots (or move them to a place where the chooks can do the 'weeding'), move the chook-fencing to a different section of lawn...
But it's like the announcement of lockdown happened and everything just streeeeeeetched out.
In between all that, I thought I might get some sewing and writing and an episode of Bridgerton or two watched.
Yes, I am perhaps a little overambitious.
--
It's amazing how the prospect of lockdown does something to the human mind. Like, I could most certainly survive on the contents of my pantry, fridge, and garden for the next two weeks, and still be well-fed and happy by the end of it. But the prospect of not being able to go shopping whenever I like for whatever I need is...unnerving.
And it feels different this time around to how it felt last year. Possibly because when Project Isolation Australia happened in March 2020, I'd just come back from an overseas trip and had no money to spend at all.
The thing is: I wasn't all that busy this week anyway - there wouldn't have been hockey training because we don't have a game next weekend (school holidays) and there wouldn't have been bible study because, again, school holidays. And yet I feel oddly bereft; like I'm missing out on things that weren't going to happen anyway.
Our current 'lockdown' (as I said, they're calling it a lockdown now, but the actual rules do not in any way, shape, or form resemble what anywhere else that's experienced a lockdown would recognise as a lockdown) goes until Friday, 9th July. If our numbers jump - here in Sydney or elsewhere in the state/nation - then we might very well be locked down for longer.
Okay. 10pm and I need sleep. Was thinking about bed at 8:30pm, I'm that tired.
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Need to post my cookbook challenges, too. Tomorrow.
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I send you good vibes that they get this under control and that the lockdown doesn't last too long!
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Thank you for the good vibes; we're going to need them I think...
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Like I said in comments on my own journal, the effects of restrictions on when we can shop have had and will continue to have long-term effects on me, for sure. It is unnerving.
The other thing may be that last March it wasn't just Australia, it was worldwide and there was a sense of international solidarity about the whole isolation to protect each other approach. Then you've had a longish period of "normality" and different countries have all diverged in how they approach handling the pandemic.
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And lockdowns play with your mind, absolutely. Nothing really bad happens! And yet. And yet
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