Saturday, March 28: I can’t seem to keep my daily structure going. Maybe I don’t need one. I read late. Sometimes I sleep late. I have a long talk to Hilary this morning, we’re both in bed, in our solo bubbles, with a cup of tea, mourning the loss of our independence, and our respective husbands. Hilary’s husband’s death is so recent, February. Hard times.
Guy went to the supermarket yesterday and got a few things for me, including a dollop of mince for beef ragu. I also go to the superette at Claudelands but feel tense. A woman stands too close at the entrance. We’re all watching each other. I can’t get out of there fast enough.
I’m touched by texts and calls from friends/colleagues from my Waikato Times days, asking if there is anything they can do for me; Aimie, Kate and others. There are many offers of shopping drops. Kindness abounds in our small country.
Highlight: cooking. I make muesli, a potato and kransky gratin, and chop up more of Jackie’s figs (another drop off) for fig jam. Cooking is therapy.
