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The quiet joys and foibles of solo living.

Eating the garnish (Lockdown 2.0 week 1)

It’s now just over a week since Victoria returned to hard lockdown at midnight on Wed July 8.

That Tuesday, I prioritised a few out-of-home errands, as I’m sure many locals did. It was, by all accounts, a couple of days of relatively decent takings for shops and restaurants.

I got my glasses tightened, acquired two jigsaw puzzles, picked up some Officeworks supplies including a pad of watercolour paper. Then late afternoon, popped into the mostly-empty bar Saint & Rogue for a glass of wine. This turned into two glasses, a delicious meal of barramundi and mash, followed by a cheese board.   All up $80 – quite a splurge, but a satisfactory one. The almost-empty premises began to fill to its limited capacity, and I could hear bookings for the next evening pouring in over the phone, as locals prepared to say a physical catch-ya-later to each other.

Barrimundi

Mmm… barramundi perched on a bed of wild rice with root vegie mash backing up the lot. And a nice Pinot Gris.

I very much relished that meal. It would be the last meal for six weeks not eaten under my own roof. I devoured every last scrap of food on the plate. Including the dill garnish.  I never garnish my own home-cooked meals.

And then it began.

Last lockdown, I spent a good 30 – 35 hours diligently doing all the things I’d been advised to do, in seeking jobs and networking to gain freelance copywriting work.  Some of it paid off. But I also learned the effort was not equally rewarded.

Now though, a despondency has crept in. It doesn’t seem worth the effort. And yet, effort must be made, to stop the rot setting in.  This past week, I applied for two jobs as part of my four-applications-a-month Job Plan.  This is the work I must do, in order to keep my Job Seeker payment coming. So I treat it like a job. I apply for content writer and editing jobs that I’d love to do, and data entry jobs that I’m less keen on – but my transferable skills would appear weak beside the multitudes of exact and lengthy experience no doubt pouring in from the fellow unemployed. I feel for the poor sods who are now fielding hundreds of semi-useless applications from job seekers fulfilling their mutual obligations. But I feel more for the others like me.

I’m determined to be more creative this time, but so far this had been foiled by another great difference from last time — winter.  It’s bollocks-freezing cold in my place – even with my small oil heater – and my feet are distracting ice-blocks.  My hot water bottle and microwave wheat bag are doing overtime, trying to thaw these poor tootsies before shoving them into two pairs of merino socks and ugg boots.

I can’t seem to muster up the enthusiasm for creating. That’s OK – we’re told not to put pressure on ourselves to do so. But oh how I dreamed of and longed for more me-time when I was working full-time and stressed to the max.  (Actually, right now I am drafting this from bed, at midday. Because I can.)

I’m aware that I am susceptible to SAD – seasonal affective disorder – so I keep a bright yellow scarf near my eyeballs (this works, apparently) And just about every day, I get out for an hour’s walk or run, listening to podcasts and music. It feels good to be keeping fit.

The evenings are a bit ordinary. That’s when I’ve been most likely to feel a dragging loneliness, even when attempting escapism via reading or screen time. I really should go to bed earlier, but this week it’s been 11:30 or 12, still watching or reading something until I recognise the preferable escapism of sleep.

Yet Week 1 has still contained elements of joy and hope. I spent most of Saturday happily doing my Inspirational Women circular jigsaw while listening to the audiobook of Stephen Fry reading his autobiography The Fry Chronicles.   And have had a couple of nice phone chats with my sister in New Zealand.

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This terrific Inspirational Women jigsaw by Ridley’s is good & current, including the likes of Greta Thunberg, Lupita Nyong’o, and our girl Jacinda.

 

But for the moment, I am in limbo and have to recognise that, like many other peeps in this part of Australia, I’m kinda down in the dumps.  Yet personally, I don’t think my mood will get too much worse. I see the potential of this alone time, if only I can access my motivation.  I do need to actively work on self-care and really embracing my introvert nature. And for that, my friends, I HAVE to get creative.

And, maybe, enjoy a little more time working/playing from BED.

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This entry was posted on July 17, 2020 by in Housebound: the Isolation Journal.
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