Hello outside world!
Upon consulting my calendar, it appears that it has been 22 (and a hump day) weeks since a whole slew of Melbourne folks, including me, started working from home and staying home more than usual.
That’s a long time! Deep in the second trimester of growing a human in your guts kind of time, yeah?
It seems both entirely normal and still surreal to be connecting to the office computer network from the small desk in my bedroom. I haven’t enjoyed a face to face chat with my workmates since early March.
I mostly wear trackies and a hoodie or stay in my pjs as I read and send emails, arrange settlements, chase things up for the sixth time, and chat to clients over Skype and FaceTime. Who knew it was so easy to seem semi-profesh while wearing uggboots? Throwing a colourful scarf on is my no. 1 video chat hack.
I think I’ve felt all the feelings in the past 22 weeks, from fear and loneliness to gratitude and moments of peace; and every adjacent emotion. Thankfully I’ve mostly been able to cope with it all.
I like to pop outside mid-afternoon and see what the sky is doing.
This week I discovered jasmine exploding over the back fence.
I look up, take photos, say hello and thank you to the grocery delivery guy, check the letterbox every couple of days, and do the dishes before they pile up too high. I make the bed, most days!
My oldest friend in the world and I have silly text chats and long phone conversations which range from uproarious laughter to the deep and meaningful.
Today, my dad called me to make sure I have had the faulty airbags in my car replaced. Bless him! Get yours done if you haven’t, dad says so.
I’ve misplaced my cooking mojo. It will return I’m sure. If you’ve got a great (vegetarian) pantry staples pasta sauce recipe, hit me up please.
When I’m not working, you’ll mostly find me under this colourful blanket watching something on Netflix, Stan, SBS On Demand or Disney Plus. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched Hamilton. How good is it? 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 from me.
I hope you’re keeping well, especially my fellow Victorian readers.
We can do hard things!
Keep going. Stay home as much as you can. Wear that mask. Wash those hands.
Run your kids ragged in that one hour of exercise off the premises.
Call an old friend and have a laugh.
Read a blog you haven’t read for a while.
Comment on someone’s Instagram feed. Spread some nice thoughts around.
Return to an old album you loved, or a book that’s special to you.
Most importantly, have flexible expectations around how you get through this exceedingly odd and challenging time.
Baked beans on toast for dinner is 100% okay, and a delicious source of fibre.
Home schooling hiccups are okay.
Throwing in the towel (temporarily) is fine.
Having a good week, fab.
Dragging yourself through a bad week? Know this, you’re not alone. Have a quiet cuppa on the back porch. Text a friend for support.
Don’t forget to keep an eye on your pals who live alone. Just a text or Instagram ❤️ reminds us we’re not alone.
I believe in us.
PS Comment at will, I love it when you do.
How are you? Tell me how things are in your area.
2 thoughts on “22 and a hump”
Hi Annette, I love roasting a stack if different veges, with rosemary and lemon and whatever herbs you like, blending it all up, then tossing the pasta in it like a pesto. So easy and delish and changes every time depending on what you have on hand.
Love your post! I’m in regional Vic, kids and I are doing ok in lockdown, with daily bumps of course! Take care!!
Kellie, I’ve just blended up a tray of roasted tomatoes, capsicum and red onion with a tray of roasted sweet potato. Thanks for the tip!! Yuuuummm