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HOW ARE YOU ALL COPING?

Travelling to and from work with these sickening PA systems blasting this f*cking virus every 15 minutes on the trains is killing me.
 
Flew over from Rockingham WA to the Eastern States for Round 1 games . Landed in Canberra Saturday 13 March which was greener than Ireland due to drought busting rains. Tuesday 17 March drove to Nowra via Tarago & Nerriga (Road like the Hume Highway 60 years ago). Bushfire devastation mile after mile but regeneration was incredible (Mother Nature at its best). Back in Canberra on PM Wednesday 18. Were flying Canberra /Melbourne on 19 March then Melbourne /Perth Monday 23. Instead of that flew Canberra/Perth on Thursday 19 as games kyboshed & visits to elderly cousins in aged care not viable. Once home it is a bizarre situation which you , I & all other Australians will have to adjust to. Australia these days is not the Australians of Olde so it will be interesting how this generation of Australians will adjust during this catastrophe.
 
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I'm working full time at the office (essential service provider).

Very depressing to see so many adjacent buildings and restaurants/cafes closed.
Melbourne is especially vibrant and exciting during March and April, so its quite eerie to see it largely deserted.
We are slowly fattening the curve and have entered the mitigation phase. I can't wait for this mess to be over!!!
 
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This brilliant piece momentarily takes my mind away from the crap that’s going on :cupgold

 
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I left my partner and hound out bush for the year due to continued immune problems and infections. I just couldn’t stay well out there. The NT gov just closed down all the flights which is a great decision for the community but geez I feel alone here in my flat. Second guessing myself every minute.
I think I’ll do a bit of this

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this woman is worth trying out if anyone is feeling the isolation strain. Be gentle on yourselves everyone.
 
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Bought myself an extra fermenter. 23 litres of a White IPA and 23 litres of an Irish Red currently on the go.
Intending to spend a lot of time indoors.
 
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nqtiger said:
And yet Australia is still allowing flights from overseas
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Aren’t those flights just for returning Aussies and permanent residents? Pretty sure borders are closed for everyone else.

We should be sending tourists home. Especially the dickheads who decided it was a great idea to go to St.Kilda beach yesterday. No way reckless and selfish tourists should be potentially spreading this virus and placing additional unnecessary strain on our health system :mad:
 
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I‘ve struggled mightily today. My work is actually chaotic due to the virus. Still required in the office but gone from 224 people to 32 and my floor has 6. Spending so much time checking in with staff at home and there wellbeing as well as extra volumes. But still getting up and driving to an office represents normality. Even working longer hours (traffic is so good tho) and coming straight home hasn’t been that big a change. So greatful to still be in work. Lots doing it way harder.

But getting up today, no gym, no breaky at a cafe, no footy, it’s been rough.

Its scary times but not scared. Greatful for everything I have but not taking it for granted.
 
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graystar1 said:
Think I will have a stiff whisky if allowed!!
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Have a couple for an early breakfast before the missus gets up. She might frown at ya fairly hard if you've got a wobble up by 0900 but at least ya don't need to bloody ask for permission.
 
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@eZyT I want to see the grass you lay in on the farm, that’s the best office I can imagine.
 
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@eZyT I want to see the grass you lay in on the farm, that’s the best office I can imagine.
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I dont think I can conquer the technology to post a visual picture scoop,

But my daughter bought me back a beautifully floral high-country tequila from the DF. Im having a little sip now, and in the mood to paint you a picture.

My grass laying spot is under an old paddock teak. Its on the highest point of my place, a place the lightening knows about it. The teak is a twisted half-tree. when they grew straight and broad, they used to make dance floors from the them. yellow and hard and as springy as *smile*. it sits alone on a plateau about 20 drop punts long and about 5 wide.

I call it my high country. My top paddock. Up the top. Even though its less than a kilometre from my house, which sits bang in between the high country and the flat below, when you're up there, you cant see a house or a road. It feels like you're alone and you can do what you want. I talk to myself and the black cockatoos up there. sometimes I take a rifle in case I see a dog or a cat, but I mostly see them when I haven't taken a rifle. It feels good to walk around the farm, or lay in the grass with a shooting iron beside you. like a cowboy. when the kids were small, we'd ride up there on a horse and a donkey and a motorbike and take a blanket and a billy and light a fire and watch the sun set a second time.

theres the remnants of another time up there. decaying implements of a tough and simple life make their way downhill like rusty glaciers. old tanks. old pumps. old discs and linkages from plows. The old dairy clover still grows in a patch.

The grass is thick now. knee high. It was dirt and cow *smile* a few months ago but then it rained. now its thick grass with all sorts of mushrooms pushing through.

From my laying spot, I can look out to the North over some forested hills. some of them burnt in November, some of them didnt. West is another farm over the other side of a valley that runs north-south. to the south, if you look hard, you can see the lights of town at night. but I never seem to look south really. and East is a macadamia orchard on the deep rich soil of the Plateau. I dont look that way much. I dont like macadamia orchards much. they are damp and dark underneath and you cant see out. I like seeing out. into the distance where I see storms and stars and sometimes in the autumn, the most absurdly clear blue sky. sometimes in Autumn, the clouds line up in ripples, like the sand in the shallow water at the beach. yeah Autumn is my favourite time for laying.

some times I dont mean to lay down. I go for a walk or to do a job. and its so quiet and warm and clear, I get kind of hypnotised. I'll start off sitting and thinking and the afternoon sun acts like a sedative and ill lay back and go to sleep. I sometimes wake up with calfs licking my boots. Ive never, ever been woken up by a person.

nobody really goes up the top except me. theres a 200m heart pounding incline, which doesn't really relent, and that puts my family off. and theres too many rocks to ride a motorbike fast. I take a tractor or a ute up there sometimes if I need to do a job, but I like to walk.

It does feel like my office, except no-one ever knocks on the door or walks past and looks in. nobody has ever asked me to do pointless, useless *smile* up there. I cant hear anybody, or rarely anything. I feel like can do whatever I want up there. you'de like it.

I'll tell you about the creek flats down below, some other time.
 
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eZyT said:
I dont think I can conquer the technology to post a visual picture scoop,

But my daughter bought me back a beautifully floral high-country tequila from the DF. Im having a little sip now, and in the mood to paint you a picture.

My grass laying spot is under an old paddock teak. Its on the highest point of my place, a place the lightening knows about it. The teak is a twisted half-tree. it sits alone on a plateau about 20 drop punts long and about 5 wide.

I call it my high country. My top paddock. Up the top. Even though its less than a kilometre from my house, which sits bang in between the high country and the flat below, when you're up there, you cant see a house or a road. It feels like you're alone and you can do what you want. I talk to myself and the black cockatoos up there. sometimes I take a rifle in case I see a dog or a cat, but I mostly see them when I haven't taken a rifle. It feels good to walk around the farm, or lay in the grass with a shooting iron beside you. like a cowboy. when the kids were small, we'd ride up there on a horse and a donkey and a motorbike and take a blanket and a billy and light a fire and watch the sun set a second time.

theres the remnants of another time up there. decaying implements of a tough and simple life make their way downhill like rusty glaciers. old tanks. old pumps. old discs and linkages from plows. The old dairy clover still grows in a patch.

The grass is thick now. knee high. It was dirt and cow **** a few months ago but then it rained. now its thick grass with all sorts of mushrooms pushing through.

From my laying spot, I can look out to the North over some forested hills. some of them burnt in November, some of them didnt. West is another farm over the other side of a valley that runs north-south. to the south, if you look hard, you can see the lights of town at night. but I never seem to look south really. and East is a macadamia orchard on the deep rich soil of the Plateau. I dont look that way much. I dont like macadamia orchards much. they are damp and dark underneath and you cant see out. I like seeing out. into the distance where I see storms and stars and sometimes in the autumn, the most absurdly clear blue sky. sometimes in Autumn, the clouds line up in ripples, like the sand in the shallow water at the beach. yeah Autumn is my favourite time for laying.

some times I dont mean to lay down. I go for a walk or to do a job. and its so quiet and warm and clear, I get kind of hypnotised. I'll start off sitting and thinking and the afternoon sun acts like a sedative and ill lay back and go to sleep. I sometimes wake up with calfs licking my boots. Ive never, ever been woken up by a person.

nobody really goes up the top except me. theres a 200m heart pounding incline, which doesn't really relent, and that puts my family off. and theres too many rocks to ride a motorbike fast. I take a tractor or a ute up there sometimes if I need to do a job, but I like to walk.

It does feel like my office, except no-one ever knocks on the door or walks past and looks in. nobody has ever asked me to do pointless, useless **** up there. I cant hear anybody, or rarely anything. I feel like can do whatever I want up there. you'de like it.

I'll tell you about the creek flats down below, some other time.
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Write a *smile* novel, my friend.
 
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