News late last night was Boris taken into hospital day 10 of his virus. He did not look well on the last public address he gave from issolation. Even though he took us out of Europe, even though I do not like his politics, I would not wish conavirus on anyone. The more we hear of it the uglier it sounds.’Not like anything experienced before’ is a common description. On our morning walk along Millenium green, (only with Bobji) we meet for the first time someone who had had it. (She had a boarder collie so we naturally exchanged). Both she had her partner had had it, her partner’s effected his arhythmic heart was taken to hospital and tested, and confirmed. ‘A terrible tiredness’ she said.
Morning computer work which I never seem to catch up on. Did not write to Louise again, however, replied to Tim, who has a new partner – good timing- so sharing this bizarre time with someone.
Afternoon upstairs in the studio, in full sun, occasionally checking to see if seeds are pushing through earth – such a delight to see 2 pea shoots emerge. The experience of going through someone elses stuff is one of those repeated events of my life. It has a satisfaction to it, despite it not being to my advantage and shouldn’t I be doing yoga or learning astronomy or walking or dancing? It’s finding order. Clearing out rubbish, (stuff deteriorated over years), moving stuff on that is no use now, but could be to another. It’s touching anothers life and time, like finding bags filled with material pieces, so carefully kept for crafting one day or repairing or making something. In those days when everything material was precious, like it was in India when I first went. We found Michael’s amazing 1930’s train set, made of metal, beautifully painted, carefully made with a wind up mechanism.
Michael and I both spoke with Rene. At 98 she is amazing. Some words she does not catch, but she is keen to speak, and said at the end. Call again, won’t you.
Al jazeera: In Ecuador they have run out of coffins and are using card board boxes. In Sudan an Imam is warning against the fake news of the virus: they are telling us not to come to the mosque, it is against Allah, it is wrong. In the markets, there is a run on acacia seed and ginger which someone has rumored is a cure for the virus. In Trump land, Trump – on a back foot – has tweeted its the fault of the WHO
Advertising in the Failing New York Times is WAY down. Washington Post is not much better. I can’t say whether this is because they are Fake News sources of information, to a level that few can understand, or the Virus is just plain beating them up. Fake News is bad for America!
At 7pm we drive out and see the full moon – huge – something far older and longer lasting and larger than this virus.