The first weekend of August 2020

The time has come for me to start documenting some of my experiences of the CoronaVirus Pandemic 2020. For the most part, the virus has had very little effect on me. However, as it lags on, I am beginning to feel somewhat disappointed that we have not yet got this under control in Australia.
I was genuinely hoping back in February that Australia would use our island boarders to our advantage. As a farmer, I had been closely paying attention to the destruction of the pork industry in china. Australia was on high alert fighting to ensure the disease affected the swine herds in the the northern hemisphere would not come to our shores or pass our excellent border controls.

2020 is not my year anymore: its ours; the whole world’s year.

And yet, I watched from a far remote cattle station as Covid-19 entered our shores, our schools, our work places and our nursing homes. My anxiety grew as I learnt that some of my closest relatives may be both out of work and at a high risk on falling quite ill if they contracted the virus.

Australia started responding. But it always felt too late. I knew we could never pull a total lockdown like the Chinese government enforced in Wuhan, but I expected we would need something as close to that as a democratic monarchy could legally enact. And I knew it in the early days of February.

Western Australia then got on board and the actions and decisions began flooding the news every day through March. I ended up racing home from the Kimberley just before the closure of our internal land divisions. For a short bit there I wasn’t sure both myself and Nola dog would make it in time. I could have ridden covid19 out on a cattle station if I had wanted, but its just not the life I pick now. I’m a farmer and a farmers wife in the wheatbelt of Western Australia first and a Station cook second.

April, May and June flew past and it looked like Australia had this virus in the bag. So I looked further afield to watch the world groan under the horror of a virus that loved to infect and transmit to all and sundry.

July came and rumours were floating about that Victoria was in trouble. But we struggled to contain it this time. Sure, I might be 4000 km away from the nearest case of community contracted virus, but my concerns are no different. No one in Australia is save while there is community transmission of corona virus anywhere.

So here I am. It’s August. My birthday month. And I’m looking at the probabilities of visiting my eastern states family this year: zero to none.

So it time to start recording some of it here. Lots of crafty social media influencers have been preaching about the need to document their every day stuff because “Folks, This is history in the making!”. They cottoned on to it in March. They also make a nice income from selling crafty products to the people stuck at home, so there’s that.

But my story is different. I have not really been “in lockdown” at all. Just a normal day on the farm, being my usual mildly antisocial self enjoying the isolation of living rurally.

However. I was hoping to visit family in the second half of this year. I was hoping more work would be available this year. I was looking forward to having the means to kick more goals out of the park this year. 2020 is a cool and easy to remember number so I was going to make it all mine.

Over the coming month, I will try for 5-6 blogs a week. I will also be sharing some of my thoughts, opinions and feeling in regards to this pandemic. Because I would like the personal record of this little bit of history. 2020 is now the globes year not mine.

Pics for interest sake:

Saturday Morning snuggles on the little two seater lounge with Nola dog who is feeling cold.
Painting walls white in the Tiny House by the creek
Couples Goals kicked out of the park: together we had this lot unpacked and set to this point shown in less than an hour. No arguments, just production line Efficiency
Lam-lambs in the morning waiting to get out to the green grass.

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