36 new cases in one day. Two of them now being considered community infection. At 1.45 pm Jacinda announced we were in level three of the alert effective immediately and in 48 hours would move to level four. So the country is going into full lock down, with a two days to prepare. To get our things in order.
We thought the kids would be exhausted after their walk yesterday but instead that, or something else, kept them up all night, sleepless, so they were sleeping all morning and didn't go to school today, and now there's no more school. That was it. Easter holidays have been brought forward to start on Monday. Alex has a named work packet to pick up tomorrow from school at an appointed time according to her surname from the Elephant shelters at school. Maggie's school will be sending out learn from home information. The Women's Centre staff have gone home. I have a big work virtual meeting postponed from tomorrow to the next day, which is good. It's too distracting, we need to prepare, we need to take stock. I think about the wording of that. What's in stock, what's in the house, how are we going to do this?
We have a local very active Facebook and through that 30 or so clusters have been set up in the village, so each section of a street has a group to check in with, to stay in touch with the people not on Facebook, to organise errands, to do deliveries. To help. A few members of our cluster met outside just now, staying well distant of each other, we'll write up a paper questionnaire trying to find out how people in our cluster like to communicate, sharing key messages and seeing if anybody needs anything. I love our village, which has a gazillion kind things going on at any one time.
I am trying to walk every day. Today I walked by the local stream and saw a big cluster of eels. Besides one large, sudden movement that caused a splash, the eels were still or moved slowly. It was very calming. For work, I recently talked to a lot of people about growing forests, and the thing that kept coming back to me, the thing more than one person told me was that forestry operates on a different time frame. These men had thought about it, and I think talked among themselves about it. It was something foresters know and they needed me to know it too. If I was to understand even the most basic things about forestry I needed to understand that. Forests take 25 or 30 years to grow, It's not a 24 hour cycle of light and dark, or a yearly crop, or a 36 month compound interest investment. Foresters think in divisions of a quarter of a century. We have to slow down to understand the trees.
Time moves at different speeds, yeah? Those parties that last a lifetime, where everything possible happens. In 35 seconds a mountain collapses spilling over its own slopes only to be washed up as sand dunes that people build homes on. A child's sadness that lasts a century. A butterfly's industrious 12 day lifetime. A tree splitting through earth and thundering through to the canopy. A storm that broods and breeds, destroys everything around it and then dies all in 90 minutes. And the eels, who looked to me like they were in slow motion, are acrobats flying through their own dimension, slipping over each other, pulled by smells and sensations in the dusk water. I watched them move in and out of shadows and the glistening perfect reflection of my world. Dark, light, dark. I was close enough to see their little faces.
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