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Darwin Positive Isolation
Jul. 15th, 2022 12:09 pmThis was indeed a cunning plan; travel up to Darwin for a week, help Lara D move into her new harbourside apartment, we both work on our respective jobs during the day, we can go to a nice list of Darwin Fringe Festival events in the evening, and have a Sunday day trip out to Litchfield National Park. Such are well-laid plans, and so far, everything has gone quite wrong. Lara's luggage was lost on the trip up (since recovered), and the long-term parking for Roxie (her car, a red convertible, very cute) wasn't recognised. Then I'm receiving messages that my dear Sabre cat is unwell, and mere hours later she's dead. "Nothing can be done about it", I say to myself (and thank you to everyone who expressed their love and concern), "I'll continue on with the quasi-holiday that I have planned here. Hmmm.. But what is it with this slight headache and scratchy throat?"
Yep, I've got The Plague, just to add to the pile. Of course, I tested myself before boarding the 'plane and that was a negative RAT. But last night, just before heading out to one of Darwin's much better dining establishments, I thought I'd do another one and those fateful double lines came up almost right away. It has thrown quite a spanner in the works, rebooking flights at additional cost and all that, having to give away all the Festival tickets to Lara's local friends (easier and friendlier than organising refunds), cancelling planned weekend events, etc. Fortunately, dear Lara is an absolute joy to have around; prior to this trip we'd spent all of one drunken evening in each other's physical company (but plenty of other correspondence and calls) and decided we were compatible enough for this adventure.
Here's the main thing; both of us remain in excellent humour even when struck by events that are outside of our control, and make the effort to do our best in the new circumstances. Despite the disruptions, it really isn't that bad. I have experienced the mildest of symptoms - a slight headache, a bit of a sniffle, a sore throat (for only one day); it's almost like vaccinations have meant that I have antibodies prepared or something. Apart from mild symptoms, I also have a pretty good isolation, spending the next seven days in a harbourside apartment, overlooking clear blue skies with but a gentle breeze. Plus, Lara has some wonderful neighbours who obviously adore her and will readily deliver whatever is needed. In so many ways, The Fates have smiled graciously upon me. Voltaire's Professor Pangloss could not see anything wrong with the world, whilst I see plenty of that, in my own circumstances, I am choosing to adapt to what is right.
Yep, I've got The Plague, just to add to the pile. Of course, I tested myself before boarding the 'plane and that was a negative RAT. But last night, just before heading out to one of Darwin's much better dining establishments, I thought I'd do another one and those fateful double lines came up almost right away. It has thrown quite a spanner in the works, rebooking flights at additional cost and all that, having to give away all the Festival tickets to Lara's local friends (easier and friendlier than organising refunds), cancelling planned weekend events, etc. Fortunately, dear Lara is an absolute joy to have around; prior to this trip we'd spent all of one drunken evening in each other's physical company (but plenty of other correspondence and calls) and decided we were compatible enough for this adventure.
Here's the main thing; both of us remain in excellent humour even when struck by events that are outside of our control, and make the effort to do our best in the new circumstances. Despite the disruptions, it really isn't that bad. I have experienced the mildest of symptoms - a slight headache, a bit of a sniffle, a sore throat (for only one day); it's almost like vaccinations have meant that I have antibodies prepared or something. Apart from mild symptoms, I also have a pretty good isolation, spending the next seven days in a harbourside apartment, overlooking clear blue skies with but a gentle breeze. Plus, Lara has some wonderful neighbours who obviously adore her and will readily deliver whatever is needed. In so many ways, The Fates have smiled graciously upon me. Voltaire's Professor Pangloss could not see anything wrong with the world, whilst I see plenty of that, in my own circumstances, I am choosing to adapt to what is right.
