Isolating

Isolating is my kind of thing. I love going off on my own, to read a book, obtain some retail therapy, get a massage, or even hit the gym. After isolating, I feel really good and want to go back to the other half. It's my way of maintaining my sanity.

Now, it's hard to isolate. I'm turning to running as my way of isolating. Who runs with me but I and myself. This is the best thing to do. Thankful, very thankful that I'm in a housing area that allows me to do 1 km for each loop. A bit boring to get to 21.0975 km going round and round the neighbours' homes but many don't have this luxury.

The isolation gets extended, to April 14 now from the initial April 1. Is it good? It's good for our health. It's to flatten the curve on the infection.

Sanity-wise, that remains to be seen. Kids are fully managed at home. No daycare, no school teachers, no transporters. Only the other half and I.

Teachers have a break for now. Parents get overloaded.

 

Lockdown

The outbreak sent us all packing. We packed up in the office and retreated into our homes. We left school, we withdrew from malls. Everything came to a standstill outside the home. The first day was March 18. I went to work still. Essential services were operating still and we were essential.

But by the 20th, a Thursday, we were told we have to be working from home too. So it was that March 21 marked the start of being cooped up at home, with the spouse and the kids.

What a explosive combination that was.

There was screaming, shouting, key-throwing (on my end), and major outbursts with crying.

What this says is, cooped up, the other half and I just want to remain halves far away from each other. So how did we come together in the first place? How did we think teenage love was enough to keep us going for the rest of our lives?

This I will ponder in the days to come.

For now, I put a routine in place. Waking up, I do some cleaning of the garden, then get down to yoga of 20 minutes. It's quite a sweat out, and I'm amazed. This morning was the second day of the routine. After that, it's down to work starting at 9 am. I feel more refreshed after the workout. I miss my morning workouts.

When I was sending the elder kid to school, I'd be hitting the gym after dropping her off at school. That, I pray will be a routine again, when the younger one gets into the morning session in 2022.

In the meantime, we're still going at each other's throats.

Stay safe, stay healthy and try to stay happy. A mantra for myself.

Poem: Leap Year

This leap year celebration

I remember;

Across the restaurant,

He puts his arm around her

A kiss on the cheek

The warmth of young love;

Ah, it’s not for the meek

It’s truly from above

Here we are, in the same venue

Still sharing a meal

But for love’s sake

We treat it like a deal

If Bob Dylan says

Love is in vain

Why do I still wait

To be wrecked like a train

So I plead, never again

True love comes

But only with the rain

Enough for this lifetime

I don’t need the crumbs

Please, please

Lock me up

Throw away the key

So that love

Doesn’t find its way into me.

Poem: Africa

In Africa I see

The plains and mountains

Standing tall

Proud as can be

In Africa I seek

Give me not just time

for ever,

But your love for eternity

They flock to you

Clambering for a view

I must hide

Their adoration is not new

Staying far

The pain obscured

I try to hide

Africa off my radar

But by George

When I looked behind

The Africa I see

Is all but fine

There’s too much pain

In the daily grind.

A poem: Feb. 26, 2020

Sing to me 

The words of yesterdays

Memories we made

Laughter we trade

From our songs of yesterday

I smell the sea spray;

But can you hear the waves

Walk back the clock

Take me there, when

Robina Park was

never far away

On the beach we laid

It beckons with 

the library, we said 

The memories we made

The songs you sang

Will you sing again

And no longer be afraid.