Surviving and Dressing Up...or Not

 I am a survivor. A survivor in the sense that when the opportunity to flourish disappears I can still maintain where I am at. A survivor because I will jump into the sewer if I need to or into the crocodiles mouth if it means getting my watch back...

I don't do well in the boring, the mundane and humdrum may well be humbug.
So when things fall down as they so recently have, I do freak out, I cry, I express my fear and then I look within to find a way to get through it. Granted, hustling for dinner or odd jobbing for accommodation are a far cry from where we find ourselves. I know that if we can survive this, we can survive the hard slog to normality. I am game. I am heartened everyday by the journey and faith of others.

In my first post I mentioned how glad I was for technology. It has kept me in the loop and in touch, it has also kept me inspired. And anyone with access to the internet or a cell phone will be able to attest to that. People with clever ideas to keep fit, entertain children, people with incredible imaginations entertaining themselves and the sharing to entertain the rest of the world. Lets face it, there are some very funny people out there.

Yesterday was laundry day, which in itself is no fun, and that it was written on my whiteboard for all the world to see, ensured that skipping it was out. Naturally, by writing out a roster I had pledged to do a task daily, just so I didn’t become complacent.  So, I did it.  We haven’t been anywhere so there were no work clothes and I didn't have to work very hard. If it were warmer, we could go naked and next week have zero laundry.

I also decided on something that I can learn and use in the future. I am learning to sew. Yesterday was all theory; unfortunately, my hands-on teacher still has to work, but I watched a few tutorials and I can now, theoretically, thread a sewing machine.

Only one snag! There isn’t much fabric lying about. An old tablecloth, some leftovers from recovering dining room chairs and some old jeans. Enough for practice, possibly enough to make an outfit to wear as we leave our homes for the first time on 17 April. A vision in gingham and felt.

Today I have to mow the lawn, I can't believe the speed at which it grows.  But first I will feed the birds. They come back every morning and if I sit still long enough I am sure to see some familiar faces.

We face a long and frightening road. This virus has brought all our shortcomings as a nation to the fore and it will take many a miracle to set things right. It can happen, but we need to be willing to do what it takes and set our own selfish needs aside.

Stay safe
Stay sane