Tuesday, April 14, 2020

April 15

We had another order of groceries delivered yesterday and discovered an unexpected benefit.  When you orders something which they can't supply, they will substitute something similar and if the new item is more expensive, they will stick to the original price.  This is good!  I ordered a pack of 2x 200gm porterhouse steaks; they substituted 2x 240gm steaks for the same price. What's not to like about that system?

Also, mistakes can be made in he customer's favour.  Yesterday, we received 2 boxes of frozen yoghurt sticks but only got charged for one.  Life is pretty good.

Monday, April 13, 2020

Tuesday, April 14

I didn't note the day when this current lockdown started so I can't be sure what day number we've achieved.  I don't think the car has been driven for at least a week so I suppose I should turn the engine over in case the oil all flows to the bottom of the sump and sits there not doing its job.  Of course, I don't even know if that's a 'thing'.

Your life becomes simplified in involuntary detention.  I still wake at the same time and go to bed about the same time as normal.  We do almost nothing physical each day but still get tired.  I suspect our bodies adapt to the enforced inactivity and work out a more sedentary lifestyle pattern for us.

Marilyn has taken to home baking as a way of filling the time.  We get muffins and banana bread and apple cupcakes, all dependant on what she has in the cupboard and freezer.  The blackberries have finished now but there are still blueberries in the freezer.  Coles keeps us supplied with staples but, as we only order once a week, we often have over-ripe bananas which are wonderful for banana bread.

I'm looking forward to running out of bread at some stage as the plan is that Marilyn will make griddle scones; she has my Mum's recipe but I don't think she has ever used it.  Somehow the recipe calls for currants although I can't remember Mum ever adulterating her scones in such a way.  No matter, there's a big bag of currants in the pantry ready to be used.

Not all things are as they should be.  Standards are slipping a little.  Yesterday I was offered French Toast made with Turkish Bread and, for afternoon tea, my apple cupcake was served with a jam spoon rather that a cake fork.  It's important when times are hard to maintain the proper ways to do things.

We're still managing to avoid putting on the TV while the sun is still shining.  We may watch a Pointless with our lunch but we can still find plenty to occupy us without reverting to the goggle box.  But, who knows what we still stoop to as this crisis persists.

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Friday, April 10

After the relative success of our Coles' delivery last week, we decided we needed to become more au fait with the new push towards on-line shopping.  I was relatively comfortable with using eBay so there was no hardship involved in ordering new ink cartridges for my printer.  Sadly Officeworks has lost a sale but maybe next time I could check their website.

Marilyn enjoys a glass of sparkling wine with her evening meal and she claims it has the double benefit of aiding her digestion and lifting her spirits so we check out the Dan Murphy's website and easily find what we are looking for.  They seem un-fazed about delivering to the back-blocks of Dilston and their delivery charge is reasonable so the wine is on its way.

Feeling confident, we turn to something more challenging.  When we were changing our doona over to the heavier one for winter, Marilyn happened to mention she would like a new doona cover when she was allowed back into Spotlight.  It didn't take a minute to open the Spotlight web-site which is easy to navigate and has coloured pictures to illustrate the various designs.  We chose a spectacular bedspread in a pattern of Australian native flowers and it even has a galah on it.  That's also on its way.

To complete the ensemble, Marilyn needed two plain black cushions.  Spotlight was disappointing so we tried Harris Scarfe, Myer and KMart without success but finally found what we were looking for at Target.  A few clicks of the mouse and they're on their way to us from Sydney.

We had great delight in making the orders, will enjoy the anticipation in waiting for things to arrive and will take pleasure in opening the parcels.  A triple bonus.

This could be the way of the future and that would be OK with me.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Monday, April 6

When your life slows down, as happens in enforced isolation, it's funny how the most unimportant events can take on significance.  We're waiting this morning for a truck to arrive, bringing a delivery of essentials from Coles.  Jamie, of course, has offered to do our shopping and a friend across the road goes to town everyday but we've decided to adopt the persona of the fiercely independent, cantankerous old buggers who resist anyone's attempt to be helpful, so we've put in an on-line order and we're looking out for the little red truck which will be here sometime in the next couple of hours.

There's on-going fun in making an order.  Marilyn started on Friday, scribbling down what she thought we needed.  This rough list was added to and refined on Saturday morning and I sat down on Saturday afternoon to input the order on-line.  You have to be careful as clumsy fingers can hit the wrong button and send all your work into oblivion.  You also have to be creative in working out where your favourite items are found.  There's no use looking for Ginger Snap biscuits if Coles calls them Gingernuts, and do sausages come under meat or smallgoods?

I think I've got it right and press the button to commit ourselves to the purchase.  Our order was acknowledged and we were immediately informed that the truss tomatoes we chose would be replaced by loose ones, which are cheaper.  What's the difference?

We were also told we could make changes up until lunchtime on Sunday.  Jamie and Nera popped in on Sunday morning with some supplies so I had to go back into the order to adjust it.

We've had three emails this morning with some necessary variations: a different brand of sugar, etc, and a warning that he would be here in 15 minutes.  And, as I write this, he drives up.

Marilyn's gone to instruct him where to stack it so I had better show willing and help bring it in.

Friday, April 3, 2020

The Icing on the Cake

My Writing groups, complying with the 'Stay at Home' ordinance, have been postponed for the foreseeable future but one innovative leader organised us to have a virtual meeting, using a program called Zoom.  After a few initial hiccups, we made connections and it worked pretty well. We're going to continue them until the virus clears and we can again meet in person.

This is my story, written for the occasion.


THE ICING ON THE CAKE                                                                                       3 APRIL, 2020

Stuart, when he was little, thought his father was the cleverest man he knew.  No matter what was happening, his father always had a wise saying that explained the situation. Not that Stuart always understood the meaning of the words but his mother and other people would nod their heads and mutter, “Very true.”

“Make hay while the sun shines,” his father would say when they were going for a walk and it took a while for Stuart to realise it had nothing to do with hay but was the sort of thing you said when you were going to start doing something.  “Early to bed and early to rise” was another popular saying in the house, and was always said when his Dad tucked him in at night.  There were a couple of Dad’s favourites which Stuart would get mixed up: “Give him an inch” and “Give him enough rope” but they seemed to make perfect sense to his Dad.  Every time there was a shower, you could depend on Dad to say, “It’s raining cats and dogs” and, if it was sunny, “The sun is splitting the trees.” 

By the time Stuart was in Primary School, he was becoming a little embarrassed by his father.  The other kids used to tease Stuart by quoting often-heard phrases, like “Actions speak louder than words”, and “Children should be seen and not heard.”  Stuart stopped inviting his mates home because he couldn’t be sure his father wouldn’t regale them with more of his folk wisdom: “the proof of the pudding is in the eating,” or “East or west, home is best.”

High School was little better. Stuart discovered his father’s little quotes were called aphorisms and he found lists of them in various books in the library.  At one stage, he tried the tactic of trying to beat his father at his own game and would drop aphorisms into his own conversation.  Sometimes he would start a well-known saying and leave it to his father to finish it: “The more things change, …”  But it only seemed to encourage the habit.

Stuart hoped things would get better as he grew older but it was not to be.  His father always watched the Breakfast Shows on commercial television and he picked up their habit of talking in clichés.  More and more trite sayings were added to Dad’s vocabulary.  Stuart couldn’t understand how his mother had tolerated it all those years but Dad said she had ‘selective hearing’ and was used to it.
Stuart began to avoid seeing his father and inevitably drifted away from his family as he made his own life.  It seemed a very trivial reason for cutting them off but, by this stage, Stuart was a well-respected academic and his father didn’t fit the image that Stuart was developing for himself. His father often said that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”, but Stuart could not believe there was truth in that.

There was only the occasional phone call with his mother to maintain contact and one day Stuart received the news that his father was in hospital, not expected to live.  In the lift on its way to the hospital ward where his father lay dying, Stuart thought about what the old man might say: something resentful, perhaps, like ”Oh, the prodigal returns” or “A bad penny always turns up” , but even Stuart, with all his experience, didn’t anticipate the words which were squeezed from his father’s lips, “Well, this is the icing on the cake.”

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Corona virus joke

What do you call 30 people in Australua?

Four weddings and a funeral.

Applause for the Public Service

We noticed that both of our driving licences are due for renewal within the next two weeks.  The process is that we sign the forms and turn up, in person, at the Service Tasmania office in Launceston to have a new photograph taken.  Not being keen to mingle with the virus-covered crowd, we decided that Marilyn would ring Transport Tasmania and play the 'frail oldies' card to see if there was an alternative.

"No worries," said the pleasant young woman on the phone. "We'll pretend you're interstate.  Send us the forms and a passport photo, and we'll sort it out."

The nearest post box is near the local café, which has been closed for a couple of weeks through fear of the plague.  There's not another building for miles around and I'm not sure whether the box is still in use.  Nevertheless, I took the letters done and posted them just two minutes before the designated pick-up time of 5.00 pm.  There was a substantial spider web built across the slot which didn't fill me with confidence and there wasn't another vehicle in sight in any direction.  However, we need to trust our public institutions in these difficult times.

At 1.09pm today, we each received an email from Transport Tasmania to say that our licences had been renewed.  In that 20 hour period, an employee of Australia Post had opened the box and collected the mail.  It had been sorted and put on a vehicle to take it to Hobart, where it had been sorted again and put in a bag to go to the Transport Department.  Someone there had opened the two letters, updated the licences and contacted us to say everything was as it should be.

Pretty good going, I would say.