Tuesday, March 31: How can I be so busy doing not much? But somehow time slips by. Today there is in-house pilates, a writing project, phonecalls, social media, the wonderful RNZ, and I’m cleaning household “trouble spots”, as per my list. Cleaning always involves discoveries. Like the worrying possibility of carpet beetles. On the plus side, I find more rice and pasta in the pantry than I can poke a fork at. And no panic shopping was involved. I think I’ve been buying new packets on auto-pilot at the supermarket, and the older stuff gets pushed to the back of the bins where it’s all stored. I also find another bottle of hand-sanitiser during a fossick in rarely visited drawers. There is a facemask, too, sealed in a cellophane packet. Small gifts.
Highlight: I walk to my friends, Rosemary and Neville, who live nearby, and have tea with them at a very safe distance. Together/apart. I take my own Thermos of tea, my chair has been sanitised, and it is quarantined when I leave. It does me a power of good.
Missing: Mister Minit repair man at Centre Place because the battery on my wrist-watch dies this evening and it will be ages before I can get it fixed. I find an elegant gold wind-up watch from my past; it’s got a fiddly catch and I can never remember to wind it. Bugger.
