Day 484 – No surprise

First off, thanks for all your lovely, supportive comments on various platforms. They’re all appreciated.

I have Covid-19.

Yep. No surprise that my PCR test came back positive. I think I’d decided what it was fairly early on in the course of things and my senses of smell and taste disappearing 36 hours ago really meant that we were just crossing the Is and dotting the Ts.

So this is Day 4, because now everything has to be given a title and an order so that we can work out what comes next. Day 4 hasn’t been too bad: my headache has gone for the moment, which is a huge relief, but my respiratory symptoms are a bit worse. Swings and roundabouts, then.

Apparently, according to my doc, days 6 and 7 are a complete bastard, which is good to know, because its always nice to have something to look forward to.

Last Friday, I was looking forward to a sunny weekend and a braai. This Friday, I was sitting, shivering, listening to my GP tell me under what conditions I should be admitted to hospital.

I’m making the best of the better moments: fresh air and sunshine, a blog post, sorting out my will etc etc. And then I sleep when I feel rubbish again.

I’m obviously concerned about the next few days, but I’m also really irritated that I’m having to go through this at all. Because a better – even vaguely competent – vaccine rollout would have meant that this never happened. And, given that I almost certainly picked this up at the supermarket last week, if people could just learn to put a fucking mask over both their face holes, I probably wouldn’t be here either.

I’ve been so careful for the last 18 months and it’s finally paid off in one way. So much so that I only needed to inform 1 person of my result, and that because he came here to drop something off on Sunday (masks on, social distanced, one Pfizer shot a few weeks ago – he should be fine).

I really, really wanted to go out and do a thing this weekend (if you know, you know), but I didn’t. The FOMO was real, but wow, with hindsight the implications would have been huge. So, I don’t know: if you’re thinking about doing something… don’t.

And sure, it’s less than great that I went for my jab on Monday and I was likely infectious, but sadly, I had no idea. On that note, looking back, feeling just a little off colour that morning was actually hugely important, otherwise I’d be wondering if this was just a vaccine reaction (well, until I got the test results, anyway).

What more to add? I dunno. My logical brain is telling me not to worry about things getting worse. I don’t have any comorbidities or risk factors, so I should be fine. Of course, ideally, you’d choose not to have Covid-19 as well for complete peace of mind, but it appears that that ship has sailed.

And thanks to my wife and kids, who are all likely infected as well (but maybe not to this extent), and are still doing amazing things in looking after me and the household. I chose well. Them… maybe less so. Lol.

Right. Let me go and sit in the sun with the beagle. Because when it comes to being lazy on the patio, I really couldn’t learn from anyone better.

See you tomorrow.

Day 451 – Sunbirds in the wind at Kirstenbosch

Father’s Day, and after some lovely gifts and a nice coffee in bed, I was lucky enough to be taken out (not in a Mafia way, no) for a picnic brunch at Kirstenbosch.

A few things that are relevant or of interest at this point:

It’s midwinter’s day tomorrow, but today is 28 degrees with a strong, gusting gale force, Bergwind blowing. (You’ll note that that link is illustrated with a photo from Kirstenbosch, almost as proof that it can happen there. Because it does.) It’s hot, dry and very breezy. Not bad for June, great to be out and about, but not great for watching the birds, as their perches were waving about all over the place and the feathery things themselves were very skittish.
Kirstenbosch was empty. Like, park right outside the gate empty. On a sunny Sunday morning (and Father’s Day, nogal) at 10am.
Why is this? Where is everybody? I don’t understand. Still: fantastic for social distancing.
Also, Kirstenbosch needs a bit of TLC. I’ve never had to say that before. Yes, of course it’s still utterly magnificent, but the lawns need a mow and the beds need weeding. Basic stuff that makes a lot of difference to the general appearance and the overall impression. I don’t know if this is a money thing or a Covid thing or a environmental decision, but it looks a bit tatty at the moment.

Anyway, after a very pleasant brunch and an international Zoom call to partially fulfill my own filial duties, I tried to find a few more sheltered places to get some quick shots. The pincushions were bright and cheerful, and the sunbirds were out and about. It was frustrating stuff with the birds flitting at the slightest movement and the flowers being buffeted by the wind from all angles, but I did manage to get a few decent images. You can see them on Flickr here.

I feel that in better conditions, I could have done better, and so I’m determined to pop back “soon” (it is just up the road and we are BotSoc members, after all) and see if I can improve on what I got today.

So… look out for that then, I guess.

Day 376 – Ridehorsing

It’s the last day of the kids’ school holiday, and I’ve been drafted in to take one of them to the stables in Hout Bay.

Mrs 6000 usually likes to come out here, because she’s a much bigger fan of horses than I am, but she’s busy at work this morning, so I’m watching on instead.

And I have to say that there are probably worse places to spend an hour or so…

…especially after yesterday’s meteorological aberration.

Day 366 – Lazy

I’m having a bit of a lazy day today. The kids finished school for Term 1 yesterday with excellent reports and there was literally nothing to get up early for this morning so I literally didn’t get up early. We visited a shop to look at fireplaces (here), I came home and watched some excellent rugby league (this) – I’m loving the new ESPN channels that DSTV have added – I tidied the house a bit, I played some pool, I listened to some music (this), and then I sat down here and started a blog post (this).

Other things I am going to get through this evening is a bit of football, an exploration of this website, which has taken me right back to my childhood, and the third-place playoff for this year’s Only Connect series.

Other than that, I’ve just got to put a bit more work into my Transcontinental Catapult System (TCS), which I am marketing to various shipping companies on Monday morning as a viable alternative to the Suez Canal. It’s all a bit random on the landing bit at the moment, and with shipping containers being flung a few thousand kilometres, you want to get your aim just right.

I’ll have it sorted by Sunday evening.

But first, some football (this).

Day 327 – Boxes upon boxes

It’s been a very busy day, but we are surprisingly close to finishing our unpacking.

Another 15 or 20 boxes were unpacked today, and many are already on their way to being reused at another unconnected move nearby.

The kitchen cupboards have now been allocated and I’ve almost remembered where the mugs are for my morning coffee.

I unpacked my clothes and I can’t wait to get rid of some to a good cause in the very near future.

A nice man called Simon came round and got our weird (but hugely effective) internet setup set up.

A nice man called Ben came round and got rid of several (or more) European Paper Wasp nests from around the house and garden.

I’d recommend both of them for those sort of specific tasks.
(Simon does CCTV as well; Ben does bees as well.)

The beagle got closer to sleeping through in the kitchen (her usual chosen bedtime spot) last night and only woke me up [weep] three times. I are a bit broken.

High hopes for a full night tonight.

My study is still peach. So very peach.