Oh yes, it's happening. Had it altogether up to now, lost it somewhere between the day we lost and the day we realised we lost it. The daughter has now officially become the Queen of Cleaning. She sweeps, she makes a potion of bleach and eucalptus oil that I'm sure if a corona virus had a sniff of it would go elsewhere. She washes said floors with it. We are safe. She washes all surfaces. I feel my job is done. As a mother, I took after my own mother and never asked my child to clean (I only had one) and as I and my sister had done and my daughter after me, we became vigorous cleaners. The doors are thrown open #yankeecandles are lit, there's even one in the toilet. I'm seriously impressed. But as I occupy the very small space that is the toilet, I begin to look at the line up of toilet rolls - should I paint them? Could that become my piece de resistance? I take them to my art room/readingroom/ bedroom and contemplate their fate. Self isolation day 12 creative tips.
I go for a walk unwillingly but the girls have told me to turn left at the cordoned off river walk and I give it a go. I discover Les Vivres de l'Art which is an amazing exhibition space in a disused factory. I am the only one in there. It lifts my spirits. On the way the only people I see cross the road when they see me (I do the same). I realise that although I am a bit of a recluse, I like to be alone in a group of people: I like a crowded beach, a touristed site. I am not happy being this alone in an almost silent world. I do a Blog course and an Instagram course on line. The daughter is trying to grow vegetables from cuttings she has taken, they are on the fridge suspended in water. Day 12, say no more.
I spend another hour trying to be a free form painter. I end up crushing my painting into a ball. I like precision and as much as I try to free myself of it, I think I have to embrace it.
The girls went shopping and bought Easter eggs. I love that in Europe they only appear sparingly just before Easter, unlike Australia where they arrive on the shelves just after New Year. They have also started both playing SIMS. I am now officially alone. Like this chair with an empty tin of beer next to it. It is a metaphor of my life atm. And I am a very privileged player in the scenario that is playing. Think of India - people will starve before the C virus even gets near them. Gratitude is my mantra at this point.
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