Grumpy old Men

It appears that the Covid 19 lockdown has hit the Old boys of this world a bit harder, not to be sexist, but they do seem to think they can treat women like they have no rights.

This little piece of paradise, that many of us treasure for the right reasons, is somewhat souring after 25 years.  Level 2 tomorrow, means the freedom to move a little further from your resting place of the last seven weeks, but no, I am not even trusted enough to have the key to the front gate (which I have monitored for the last seven weeks).

To put a bit of humour on the situation, I am witnessing grumpy old men with nothing else to do, hammering signs around the place, books to sign in to private property (which we all own shares of) and being spoken to like an stupid child.  Seriously, this is not a place for public use and we all have been reading the news and watching the TV updates…..so my question is “Why are we being told what we already know and why suddenly are we not mature enough to use our common sense?”

Today I cried, yep actually cried and I sit here with a lump in my throat.  I don’t usually talk about feelings, but has the trauma of the last eight months finally caught up with me? I take a deep breath and think about the kindness of the local Waiwera people(the ones who actually live here), how they have supported my boys and myself and can take heart that there are still some folks who really care about their fellow men and women.

So today we are moving, not far, but still an effort and an expense…..and only a few hours of daylight left to run between the raindrops.  I guess this will be a relief, and I can leave the “Bullies” behind the locked gates and their miserable mumblings.  I am stuggling to accept this place has become like a prison camp, when we should be supporting and being kind to each other.  Many have lost jobs, many have lost opportunities and some have lost lives…..maybe they are the lucky ones….who don’t have to witness this unprecedented human unkindness in a world where we are trying to move forward.

The next story will be a view from my next new home….maybe for a while until the Maltese Falcon can spread its wings again…..