A fabulous account by a rural-dweller caring now for vulnerable relatives. Giving it her best online to continue with important volunteer pursuits. Lived in Dublin for years and has volunteered abroad.
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Harry’s pager went off`: “Here we go again. Car still wouldn’t start. I’d rather hoped the leprechauns might have magically fixed it while I wrote poems.”
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Harry recalls when he “did a lot of work around community development” and the impact of the last recession on communities, on families – including his own – and he worries for his future. The internet tells him we may be heading into extreme poverty where those not strong enough to fend for themselves die in droves on the streets. “Neo-liberalism on crack,” is how he describes it. He prays for a new politics led by just and imaginative people:
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None of us know when we’ll be called. Harry’s pager went off last night – a fire in a commercial premises. This morning, he woke feeling stiff and bruised. “I’m coughing my guts up now. Is it the smokes? Or last night’s smoke? Or…”
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EXCERPT: The virus has jumped to mink in the Netherlands and cats in New York. How are we supposed to keep cats locked down?
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