Day 78 - Come month end

May has come and May has gone. How do you separate the tick from the tock? It seems so strange that tomorrow we can go out and exercise at any time but restrictions like "tour guides can hike, but ordinary citizens cannot" are in place. Schools are meant to go back, and then they are not. Pavements are accessible but beach walks, parks and the sea are not. The pendulum swings wildly and it feels rather uncontrolled as time speeds up and slows down without paying attention to the rhythms of nature. 

One of our neighbours passed away last night. Completely unexpectedly. She was caring for her terminally-ill mother and well, she died first. We don't know them personally. But the news led to interesting conversations about what each of us would do if today was our last day. 

HH would find a sunset and eat a great melanzane. SB would have calamari and visit all his mates to say goodbye. Teen would eat pizza and have a swim in the sea. And me? I'm not sure. Swim in a mountain stream and find that sunset and stand hand-in-hand with HH, arms around Teen and SB. 

Ten virgins were waiting for a bridegroom. Five fell asleep and the oil in their lamps burnt out. Five remained awake and were ready. 

As lockdown "ends", I wonder how much oil I have right now? 

At month-end our internet has been used up. My mobile phone minutes are done. We've navigated another 31 days of coronavirus-loaded days and nights. My parents turned 71. Mothers' Day 2020 came and went. School continued online with some subjects shedding tasks like a dog shakes off water. Tannie Hester passed. HH has done his back in for the second time. Spiffy died and was brought back through the skilled hands of our mechanic Andrew. I finished with one client and found another two. Angel's paw puffed up and recovered. We've shared coffee-in-bed, tea times, walks, lunch times, supper times, argued, cried, shouted, laughed. Some of us have showered more than others (ugh). 

Oil. That which fuels our lives.