In which it's easy to lose track of days
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zeborahA few days after the February earthquake, even the newspaper was confusedly referring to a "Monday" after the earthquake that happened on Tuesday. Time goes very wonky when a lot's going on; you have to sit down and count the days on your fingers. I found this again writing yesterday's post. So it may be useful to make notes each day instead of trying to sum up.
So day 3 of lockdown (or the rāhui, which is a more positive spin people have suggested): I slept in, a lot. I needed it. This neatly covered the break in my normal routine of going swimming first thing Saturday morning.
I did my laundry, and the pile of ironing that had for some reason not been done last Saturday or since....
I was visited -- we kept our distance -- by the neighbour I 'lend' money to each month, wanting more money. This is an exasperation in normal times, and I normally stick firmly to once a month, but this is not normal times, so it remained exasperating but I'm not going to let her kids go hungry. I'm also not going to pass cash hand-to-hand at the moment, and her bank account is apparently overdrawn so a direct deposit wouldn't work, so eventually I decided I'd do the shopping for her. Washed my hands thoroughly before leaving, touched nothing but the groceries and one finger on the shop touchscreen, and delivered to her porch.
On the way back to my house I said hi to another neighbour. He's what you'd call a character: loud and profanity-laden, recently housed from long-term homeless, various mental health issues and lets off steam by shouting alone in his house so on the casual surface he can seem scary but talking with him he seems pretty harmless. And he lives by himself, and it sounds like he has no-one to even talk to by phone. :-/ So we chatted a while over the fence. He reckons this'll last longer than 4 weeks, which, yeah, probably; and when it's over he's going to wash the coronavirus off his house to be safe, which, well, no harm in that, sure.
A little garden tidying (specifically pulling weeds from the cracks in my driveway.)
Went for a walk around the block before dark. A scattering of teddybears in windows - I should see if I've got any zebras big enough to be recognisable as such to put in mine. The playground at the park is taped off with hazard tape. A couple were sitting and talking on a bench nearby. One house had an apple tree with what looked remarkably like Royal Gala apples, some of my favourites; a few had smashed on the pavement but it seemed a bit brazen to go scrumping right now.
Made dinner and started a bug for rēwana bread with water from boiling a golden kūmara. Ordinarily you use potatoes but my sibling said the tv show giving this recipe suggested you could use kūmara, so let's find out. Really I have plenty of yeast so don't need to jump on the sourdough bandwagon, but I have always been curious about rēwana bread and the bug isn't as complex to start as sourdough recipes I've seen.
So day 3 of lockdown (or the rāhui, which is a more positive spin people have suggested): I slept in, a lot. I needed it. This neatly covered the break in my normal routine of going swimming first thing Saturday morning.
I did my laundry, and the pile of ironing that had for some reason not been done last Saturday or since....
I was visited -- we kept our distance -- by the neighbour I 'lend' money to each month, wanting more money. This is an exasperation in normal times, and I normally stick firmly to once a month, but this is not normal times, so it remained exasperating but I'm not going to let her kids go hungry. I'm also not going to pass cash hand-to-hand at the moment, and her bank account is apparently overdrawn so a direct deposit wouldn't work, so eventually I decided I'd do the shopping for her. Washed my hands thoroughly before leaving, touched nothing but the groceries and one finger on the shop touchscreen, and delivered to her porch.
On the way back to my house I said hi to another neighbour. He's what you'd call a character: loud and profanity-laden, recently housed from long-term homeless, various mental health issues and lets off steam by shouting alone in his house so on the casual surface he can seem scary but talking with him he seems pretty harmless. And he lives by himself, and it sounds like he has no-one to even talk to by phone. :-/ So we chatted a while over the fence. He reckons this'll last longer than 4 weeks, which, yeah, probably; and when it's over he's going to wash the coronavirus off his house to be safe, which, well, no harm in that, sure.
A little garden tidying (specifically pulling weeds from the cracks in my driveway.)
Went for a walk around the block before dark. A scattering of teddybears in windows - I should see if I've got any zebras big enough to be recognisable as such to put in mine. The playground at the park is taped off with hazard tape. A couple were sitting and talking on a bench nearby. One house had an apple tree with what looked remarkably like Royal Gala apples, some of my favourites; a few had smashed on the pavement but it seemed a bit brazen to go scrumping right now.
Made dinner and started a bug for rēwana bread with water from boiling a golden kūmara. Ordinarily you use potatoes but my sibling said the tv show giving this recipe suggested you could use kūmara, so let's find out. Really I have plenty of yeast so don't need to jump on the sourdough bandwagon, but I have always been curious about rēwana bread and the bug isn't as complex to start as sourdough recipes I've seen.
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Date: 2020-03-29 11:21 pm (UTC)I have not made bread in many years, but my recollection is that the hard part with sourdough is getting a tasty culture (which is why one freezes half of it the instant one identifies such a culture, because if you use it, it will mutate and eventually NOT taste nice). Hope yours goes well!