Feet Up; Time to Think

And still this disease is with us, though we in New Zealand have it very easy stuck on our waka in the middle of the Pacific. Life fairly much goes on as normal - unless you want to go on an overseas trip or have family who can't get home.  We've had a few glitches along the way though. An Auckland outbreak in August saw us return to Level 2. Auckland was on Level 3 for some weeks, and sadly three more lives were lost: two brothers and a well-respected Cook Island doctor. So what did that mean for us in Motueka? Not a lot really. There was supposed to be only one person from each family in the supermarket, we had to sit at an assigned table in a hospitality establishment and have table service, we continued to use our Covid Tracker app. The bubble buddy asked yesterday where it kept our visits recorded and I showed him. Back at level 1 now, the biggest concern is a group of several hundred Russian seamen who have been imported to work on fishing vessels. Despite a number of pre

The days roll slowly by. Each one feels just the same as summer turns slowly into autumn. The forecast today is for rain; the sky keeps threatening it, but as yet, there has only been a smattering of drizzle. For that reason, I walked with my umbrella early this morning, straight after breakfast rather than after lunch. I was struck by the quiet once again. A few garden projects in my neighbourhood are coming along, and a local painter is re-doing the outside of his house - I wonder if he has just been too busy before now. Walkers outnumber cars on the road and it's heartening to see children out on bikes trying to race their parents. Without any traffic, that is considerably safer. Over the last week, nothing much has happened at home though. The grapes are nearly finished and the feijoas, very small this year, continue to fall off the tree. The last of the peppers are ripening. On the virus front, there have been four deaths and yesterday alone there were two. All deaths have

The sun is shining again. Yesterday was damp and cool and our weather seemed to reflect the mood of the country. We've had our first Covid-19 fatality, an elderly woman in Greymouth. How she contracted the disease seems somewhat of a mystery although she had attended a funeral with a number of people. As someone with COPD, she was very much in the target group, unfortunately, and though she presented with influenza symptoms, it was not expected that she would be carrying the disease. The biggest issue seem people not complying with the directive to stay home. A group in a backpackers' in Queenstown decided a party was appropriate - the stereo has been confiscated by police. There are also people who think it is acceptable to go to the beach, or bike for more than 70 km around Auckland! The police report that after an initial increase, family violence reporting appears to have lessened. Fingers crossed that it continues. On the home front, it's quiet as usual. My bubble

Today is my bubble buddy's 75th birthday. He was born toward the end of WW2 and this is the strangest birthday he has ever had. In other years, we've always made a point of spending it with our son, but this year that is impossible. The only travel allowed is the short drive to the supermarket. We haven't been there for 5 days, I think, which is most unusual for us. This afternoon, as a birthday treat, the buddy, by himself, went to the supermarket to get a few things we needed - some bananas, a festive dessert, some beer and wine. He said the queue was reasonable, about 4 minutes, and he wore gloves so his hands didn't pick up anything nasty. On his return, his purchases have been well washed down or sprayed to keep us as safe as possible. That's us at home for another few days. The thing that strikes me about lockdown is how quiet it is. In the morning, we are usually awoken about 6:50am when the garage over the road is opened and a Hi-lux heads out - it's q

I sit waiting for the Prime Minister's 3pm update. Hearts cascade up the screen although she has not yet reached the podium. A minion adjusts one of the side banners. Stay home. Break the chain. Stop transmission. This has become part of the daily pattern: a numbers report from Ashley Bloomfield at 1pm, Jacinda Ardern at 3pm. Not surprisingly, the number of cases have increased. The worrying aspect is that there is a man in his seventies on a ventilator in Nelson Hospital. The update has nothing especially new. The Minister of Finance, Grant Robertson, reiterates that employers must pass the subsidy they receive on to their workers, ideally to 80% of their usual wage. It sounds as if not every employer is doing this. Otherwise, the day has slowly ground on. I spent the morning on Messenger with Spark sorting out our Netflix account. Let's hope I've done it correctly and don't end up paying twice. On my neighbourhood walk, things seemed much quieter than yesterday. H

Since 11:59 last night, New Zealand has been on lockdown. The only places we can go by car are the supermarket or to get medical attention. It's a coolish autumn day here; the days are definitely drawing in so even at 7:30am it isn't quite light. Looking across the road, I could see Kelly already hard at work in her home office. It was a slow morning: the shower is clean, biscuits have been baked. My bubble buddy went out on his bike and noted the number of people talking across streets to each other. Lunch is therefore a little later too, finished in time to hear the latest statistical update. There are now 283 cases. Today a number of travellers showing symptoms have been put into quarantine in Auckland, and 160 others have been helped by police to find a place to self-isolate. It is disappointing to hear that some businesses have decided they are "essential services" and are still operating. Others locally, like Milk and More and Victoria Gardens, somehow don'