Tuesday, was, well, busy. Lots of work and admin and go, go, go. I was obviously focused, because I managed to miss the alcohol delivery we arranged … they rang twice, and I completely missed it. They rang later and asked if I was there … like, uh, where else would I be?
It was one of the more interesting orders and deliveries – placed via a Word doc and email, with proof of ID needed. Not much in the way of visible PPE on the driver, who was obviously using his daily runabout. Still, support local and all that.
Also contacting friends overseas – some are losing jobs and the tension and frustration is building. We have a long way to go yet.
A phone call with a local colleague led to some new work coming, so this is also positive. More videos to produce, more time in front of the screen, lucky to have the work and ohyesI’mthankfulforit.
Today was a Monday, as usual. Couple of meetings, bit of editing, then a flurry to get everything done before the announcement.
At 4pm we huddled around the wireless (internet, not radio) and listened once more to Jacinda and Ashley. We’re totally on a first name basis now 🙂
Anyhoo, one more week of 4, then two weeks of 3. Which means by the middle of May we might be at 2. I was really impressed by a line today – save lives, then save livelihoods. I think that suns it up nicely.
You can’t have an economy without people in it. That means we’ll just have to hang tight. One bubblemate will have a birthday under lockdown, and potentially, I could too, if things go pear shaped. Let’s hope not!
Level 3 won’t be that different to four, other than we might be able to order a few more things online. So we’ll keep on keeping on. I’ve been luck that I’ve been able to pick up extra work, and I’m hoping it might stay around.
It will take time for the other bubblemates to adjust to school and work changes, and then just when they have, it will change again…
Stuff seeking donations – should we save the media?
They are all over stuff.co.nz at the moment – large orange banners asking for money. There’s a lot to admire about the fourth estate, and throughout history many noble causes championed and fires under the seat of power have been lit. But there’s also hot-take clickbait, gotchyas, paparazzi and questionable ethics all over the place. I don’t think they can claim any moral high ground in the 21st century.
Papers in the past were part of the historical record. Now, not so much. No local sport, no local court, highly selective reporting of issues, no subs. Also, their main revenue was classifieds – real estate, jobs and buy/sell – which all migrated to trademe, which the newspapers took a stake in, and then sold again. So really, lots of it is their own fault. Sure, the model needs to change, but so does the content.
This column struck a chord with me – brutally honest, it asks: is it worth saving the media?
Different day, same old shoes; Different week, same old blues. It’s getting harder to remember what we did each day. Ther was admin, emails, a headache that came and went. Feijoa fell and the sun shone.
I went to the supermarket, only the second time driving in three weeks. It was quiet, and most people just kinda stumbled around. We’re easily spending $50 or $60 more on groceries. No one-thing seems super expensive (except perhaps tip top ice cream at $7.50 for 2l) but everything seems to have gone up a little bit, so the overall bill mounts up a bit quicker.
To be honest though, I’m just thankful there’s stuff to buy and that we can afford to shop.
Today was a run around, email, chase the tail, task, task, re-task kind of day. Took some time away from the computer, persistent slight headache kind of day. Felt like everything was out of balance. Plus it was cold as a well digger’s duck.
I was reading recently about how there is (or should be) no work-life balance. There’s only life, right? You do work so you can have a life, not the other way around. If you did get your life magically in balance – you’d try and capture that; and stop. You’d hope you didn’t get it out whack again.
The problem is that doesn’t allow much room for change, and everything is change at the moment. It’s also a false dichotomy – suggesting there are only two possible and mutually exclusive alternatives. In an infinite universe, anything is possible, as the saying goes.
So if work life balance is wrongly framed, our focus on balance is misplaced. Humans like the binary choice, but there’s a wide spectrum of possibility for us to choose from. How we solve what work and life look like is a question for many generations to come.
Monday, is a Monday, Tuesday’s a perfect day with a wind that chills you to the bone …
DD Smash, Outlook for Thursday
It rained, which we needed, but it was cold. It feels like snow tonight. I’m eagerly looking out for the pumpkins to sprout or the citrus to spring into life. A small joy was picking some coriander of the plant to add to the night’s curry.
Sunday? Yes, It’s Easter Sunday. I know this because I went out today. Yes, into the real world. The supermarket. It’s this place where food and drink and household products are stored in something called aisles.
You get hand sanitiser at the door, navigate your way around line by line, keeping distant from others.
It was raining and cold when I went, about 7pm. There wads zero traffic, and only a few people in this place. No security or police anywhere, just a few folk quietly going about their lockdown.
We now have resupplied, and will last another week before another trip is required.
Finding your inner Nick Cave
While working on one thing with the band, another thing came up. Using some old lyrics I had, I added a deep and gravelly vocal – well as low and grumbly as I could get, with the aid of a little compression). It came out kind of desparate / country / Nick Cave / Johnny Cash. Pretty happy with it.
The dog was restless. Up several times. Each of us got a turn to be barked at and ignored and to stand by the door waiting.
Morning chores were going okay until I was outside putting stuff in the rubbish and heard the drain bubbling away. So it was off with the cover, on with the gloves, and yep: Autum drain dig. Hair and gunk and leaves and who knows wtf else; I’m just pleased there weren’t any rats this time.
Cleaned up. Had lunch. Watched the broadcast, more deaths, sadly.
Hacked more of the hebe and watered the citrus plant. Dug some holes for some hostas, but the soil was very dry, so not sure how they will go. need to water tonight. Got some wood in for the rain ahead, just in case it’s cold.
Had a good recording session before tea, put a new twist on an old thing. Took many, many takes but I think it will be okay. After tea was woeful, so I stopped. Fingers just not working. Lost motivation in the evening, meh to everything. Usually a sign of tiredness.
Got the Wii out of storage so we can have a bit of a tournament later. Something to look forward to!
As good a Friday as could be expected, I guess. Early start, thanks to the dog. Fine weather. Worked on some music. Did gardening – or more correctly hacking of hebe. It was about 3m in diameter and not much foliage. It’s a stump of twigs now really.
Also trimmed the feijoa – this will ensure the fruit doesn’t drop on the neighbours. It’s obviously a stress point for them, as we got another reminder today.
I cleared the little garden down the front of the section. Found a citrus plant behind the hebe – we have some vague memory it is a mandarin, but we will wait and see. Pleased that it lived, hopefully some sun and water will help it on its way.
The best thing of all this is that we’ve opened up a nice view from where you get out of the car and the driveway, all the way down to the port, so it’s gradually coming together. Once we can clear it all up, that is. All the gardening means a lot of garden waste. Some we can compost, but there’s lots of bigger branches and other stuff we’d normally take to the green waste depot. I can imagine there’ll be massive queues when that place finally reopens!
Couple of rainy days ahead, so need to clear the decks for some indoor time. Played 500 online with friends in the evening, then a chuckle about the day’s music; it seems to have taken a cowboy kinda feel. Yeeha!