Lockdown in Blajel. afl. 8
The lockdown seems to make me lazy, too. The laundry has been folded in the basket for a day to be put in the closet. Glossy surfaces slowly become matte due to the amount of dust that accumulates on them, and dog hair whirls happily across the floor between the sun's rays. The half-painted Easter eggs have been on the table for days. The washed cup, plate and cutlery remains in the drainer rack. Why clean up? I'll need them again later.
I used to take a shower when I had obligations outside the door and because of that there was a nice rhythm. That rhythm has now fallen away and I really have to think about raising the heating in time and getting in the shower. The advantage is that I can hang my bra, which because of the weight of the content, sometimes gives sore shoulders, on the willows. No dog that sees it. Neither do I when I look in the mirror because it is hanging too high for that. I better not do the latter anyway because my hair was just before the lockdown in need of a hairdressing and is now not for a meter anymore. A desolate sight that you better spare yourself.
After yesterday's snow it's nice sunny weather today. It did freeze firmly last night because the water of the dog was covered with a frozen layer this morning. I'm not used to daylight saving time either and I don't wake up until about nine. Normally, I get used to it faster because obligations do not take into account the shift of time. I spend a lot of time on the Internet. It's nice that we can keep in touch with each other that way. I have almost every other day contact with my daughter in the Netherlands. For her, the home quarantine is almost over. She had been in contact with a doctor at the hospital who had been tested positive the next day. With all the restrictions that now apply in the Netherlands, not much changes for her and her husband. They can both work happily at home, but that means you're sitting on each other's lips for 24 hours. For two of my grandchildren, it's a damper on the revelation because it's their birthday this week. I don't know if my daughter-in-law is very grieving. He usually sits the whole month of March 2 x 25 (or something), usually really fantastic treats for the classmates to fröbel.
Not only my daily rhythm, but even my whole year's rhythm is on its hole. The campsite remains closed for the time being and my Dutch neighbours can not in their holiday home either. Logees have canceled and the chance that I can go to the Netherlands in the short term is also getting smaller. A number of events of the Evangelical Church Medias, with which I normally participate or belong to the organizers, have been cancelled. Most would take place in the summer months but because the preparations take so much time and little or nothing can be done now, the whole programme is still still.
It's time to kick myself in the butt and finally get back in the air with dustcloth, soapy water and vacuum cleaner.
