My heart bleeds for those living in some of the more urban dwelling spaces. I’m sure mental health and the risks of harm that it brings is becoming a real hazard in some homes.
I spent the morning feeling low and dark. I’ve let myself slip on the things I’ve been working on changing slowly but surely over the last few months, bad diet, smoking, lack of cardio.
I’d rather selfishly hoped things would be a bit more interesting for a firefighter in the Covid spring. I’m sure my journal is getting boring, but I guess that’s just as important to document as the work I thought I might be doing.
I should be grateful. We might be staving off the crisis point and I’ve a few bits to keep me occupied within the two kilometres radius. Yesterday I got out for two hours to do equipment checks at the station.
We are rotating the weekly duties between the crew to keep us apart. You never know where the lads have been? Although I’m the only one on TInder.
Today I got to do a couple of hours gardening for a lovely woman who works as a homeopath and earned a cheeky thirty bucks. Good timing, the fresh air and sunlight was the cure to the malaise that was taking hold.
I can’t imagine how bad I’d be without those welcome interludes or the river walk adjacent to my flat? My heart bleeds for those living in some of the more urban dwelling spaces. I’m sure mental health and the risks of harm that it brings is becoming a real hazard in some homes. I suppose one has to evaluate dangers according to immediacy and your level of foresight. I don’t think people should uphold a lockdown at all costs if for some reason it puts them in jeopardy.
Human nature being what it is, I’m sure complacency will set in soon. Especially when the drugs run out. If I was stuck in isolation in an inner city flat, well, I just wouldn’t.
You could squat in a vacant airbnb flat out West and let the courts decide who’s right and wrong when civil cases resume again. By which time of course, you wouldn’t need it. All that activism taught me a trick or two. I wonder, should I start an alternative Citizens Advice? Probably not.
My only actual issue right now, outside of the faulty thinking, is Aldi’s lack of free-range chickens. I’m not sure how ethically sourced they are but the alternative is the Spatchcock version which look like someone accidentally sat on them and they don’t lack aesthetic appeal. The fresh fruit aisles looked fairly bare too. I wonder if food is running out? I hope not. The city dwellers have loved ones to feed too and the gardened elites’ vegetable patches will look alluringly calorific in that event.
I don’t think it will come to that though, not yet. All the graphs on Reddit show the rate of growth slowing, if you can believe anything at all when there is so much to lose. Soon it might though – heatwaves are going to get hotter and crops are going to burn and people will continue to die by the thousand as they did last summer in France.
I honestly think Covid is Mother Earth’s opening salvo in the war against the virus afflicting her. Maybe I’ll have more firefighting stories then, if I’ve not got sick of the permanent lockdown the retained service involves. I’m not sure any of us are willing to lockdown long enough to let Gaia heal and I don’t think they will find a vaccine for climate change.
Which sets up tomorrow’s rant nicely. Brace yourselves.
