Global Cases: 1,905,935; Deaths: 118,623
The last time I wrote…i just checked – 4 days ago…the number of deaths was 85,000. Now at 118k it is 33k larger….the numbers are getting so big as to dazzle us into bemusement.
Whatever innocence there was about this unique journey the world has embarked upon, a unthought appreciation for the novel wierdness of events, that’s all gone; what’s left is a dawning appreciation for just how heavy this shit is.
I met that said a jogger, with that ashy straw coloured blond hair frequently found in this country, who cheerfully told me she was loving the lockdown…the nature, and the nice weather…and quieter roads. Just loving it. So there’s that.
I was out walking the dog for his nighttime prowl and just on the way back saw the gang from Graig Garden, formerly part of the global collective, Kebabish, leaving the shop. Most of the time, it’s run by a wonderful team from Pakistan, but occasionally they have an Irish person to help out.
“Good night”, I greeted. My contribution to the war on Covid is to greet everyone I meet in an act of humanity. ” “Good night” she replied, “Tis a quiet town now’, she added. ‘This a quiet world everywhere”, I replied, half pleased with myself with a spot evaluation: average content mediocre delivery. “I hope til end soon” she rejoindered in a voice that expected the opposite to happen, an almost religious air of blind, desperate belief in her delivery. I admired the strong flowing lilt of her voice and we on cheered by my excursion into the execution of greetings on behalf of humanity.
So that’s where we are now…we are on the first mountain, our first climb. We have no idea how this one will go, how long it will take, we have an idea on height from data so far but just how long, not really. After that there will most like be other peaks, but for now we need to focus on this hill, this one, right here right now.