Day Seven:
I feel myself becoming morose.
I’m a cheerful
person usually, weathering life’s many storms and fighting on.
In fact our
family motto is: Numquam desistas, numquam dare in - Never give
up; Never give in and it has stood me in good stead during 73 years of a less
than peaceful (but extremely interesting) life.
I’m also by nature an optimist , so I don’t expect to
feel glum for long but today has been just a bit scratchy.
‘It won’t be long before this is all over,’ said my
cheerful friend during her weekly phone call, “to check up on you elderly and
housebound”.
She continued, ‘and you’ll be able to kick up your heels and
celebrate.’
It's been many a long year since I could kick up anything other than a fuss and at the moment, with the death toll still rising and people not allowed to attend the tangihanga and funerals of their loved ones, I’m not sure I’m up for a celebration.
The only thing I want to kick right now is my cheerful friend.
We are still at Level 4 and the statistics world-wide
show that New Zealand is doing better at containment than any other developed country due to
the stringent rules brought in early and enforced by our Prime Minister, Jacinda Ardern.
These restrictions were so
much resented at the time and there were many who felt they could be flouted but
that was probably because they simply didn’t realise the implication and the
virulence of C-19. Or the mixed and very confusing messages of 'stay at home but it's fine to crowd en masse into supermarkets.'
Now everyone is aware and we are far more cautious and
obedient. Most of the time.
It will pass and we’ll attend the kawe mate/memorials for those whom we’ve lost.
The supermarkets will once more have a few
hundred, rather than a few thousand crazy panic-stricken chooks crowding the
aisles; I will be able to see my
darling grandson again.
There will be bluebirds over New Zealand's clover...
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