Week one feels like a month

Coronavirus lockdown day 7

The dog was up early, barking at us. I slept a little late after a couple of beers last night. The first beers in a while, to be fair.

So after annoying us, the dog went and sat in front of the teenager’s face. (Remember everything was taken out of the room yesterday? It didn’t get put back, so the teenager was sleeping on the floor.) The dog barked, licked the face (on the eye), barked again. Eventually dog was successful and teenager emerged.

My morning meetings were cancelled so managed to help teenager put stuff back in the room and it is looking really good. She has an eye for good design, and has been handling the lockdown pretty well. It’s not like you can threaten with a grounding is it? So the spirited discussions, as my dear old Dad would have called them are mostly around use of the phone and the internet. We’re doing ok so far.

Before the 1pm announcement, which we watch most days, I also managed to hack down some trees in the backyard and do a couple of small jobs outside. It was good to be in the sun.

Work picked up in the afternoon, with a couple of hours of video editing. It is pretty intense concentration on a smallish laptop screen, so I’m pleased it wasn’t much longer.

How did we spend day 7?

Mostly thinking it was day 31 – time has this stretchy quality right now. Oh, and I forgot to mention a nephew was 21 yesterday – we got to see the yard-glass and the inevitable post-yardie chuck livestreamed. Yay for tradition! Curried mince and baked potatoes for dinner.

It’s feijoa time and as we are vigilantly collecting the fruit to deny the rats, we have a metric shitload. Luckily, someone in the house had the foresight to buy a juicer. I can confirm that a great juice recipe is:

  • 1 orange
  • 1 apple
  • 1 pear
  • 3 feijoa
  • some ice and a little soda water (home made) if you like

Also thinking making some feijoa syrup to add to some vodka …