May 9, 2020
Day 49
This day started as dawn bathed Totokoroa in gold and the full moon set behind the trees on the west ridge line.
We each struggle with our various maladies. Valerie cannot stomach anything but soup and I’ve got some of the side effects of prednisone. The day rolled on and we were abed for much of it until we decided to blaze down into town on an expedition to find hummus, pâté, salmon, soup, soup stock, milk and frozen pizzas. Sounds very much like essential travel to me.
We almost got taken out by a clueless yob on the dodgy road but I drive slowly and as such the guy was able to swerve back into his lane before we passed. There was no room for us to go anywhere so it was a good thing I am circumspect about what’s coming around the next bend. It was the second time in 49 days that Valerie has been on the road to town. The trees are turning colour lower along the river valley and she marvelled at the changes.
Whitianga was quiet and still save for the grocery stores. New World for soup and Countdown for birdseed. It seems the quail have decided to stay with us over the winter. We have created a monster and it rattles through budgie seed like there’s no tomorrow. Which is how it is for most creatures on this planet’s long now. Human’s could do well to learn this. They might see more.
Back up the hill, through the gates and home and we found these numbers…
2 New cases. 21 Recovered cases. Ratio of recovered cases to active cases is 91%. One Zero in the right place and overall momentum holding strong.
New Zealand is getting some grief from some in Sweden who seem to think that we are merely postponing our fate should we ‘temporarily’ eradicate Covid-19 within our borders.
https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12330725
As I said in my earlier post, it is early days yet. How one feels about each country’s plan to deal with the threat of the Covid-19 contagion will vary greatly depending on whether one is more – or less – susceptible to the virus.
History will have hindsight’s 20/20 vision to help bolster its judgement and none of that helps right now. People have to make decisions now and no matter what the call, the making of them is fraught with consequences and unknowns.
Trying to find a balance between…
and…
…is not cut and dried or foolproof. The coin is still flipping…
Meanwhile, as I type, the full moon is rising, just as it has always done and just as it always will, give or take a few billion years. It looks something like this…
May its light find you safe and fill your soul with peace.
Goodnight.