Day 75 - Tuesday 2nd June
Another busy day planned today - I'm planning to attend four webinars about how to be a better chair, at 9, 11, 1 and 5. Between the first two I email the MD of the consultancy with some suggested changes to the contract he sent over. Given that I am close to reaching agreement with a potential employer I'm not planning to do much else today ... it will be good to take things easy for a change. I spend some time on social media, and find a thread about local honey which leads to orders for all our remaining jars. I have a couple of orders from my online shop as well, one for collection and one to post. I'm not promoting my shop on social media today - there is a campaign today to black out social media in support of Black Lives Matter.
I have to go over to Mum's house to drop off her groceries, and I take the opportunity to speak to her about her hair. She told me she's planning to go to a friend's house tomorrow to have it permed, and I'm worried. She's vulnerable and I'm worried that her friend (who is a mobile hairdresser) will be coming into contact with loads of people, putting Mum at risk. She reassures me that the friend hasn't started back at work yet and has been self-isolating, but has offered to do her hair as a favour. They will both be masked. I'm reassured, and anyway Mum has the right to manage her own risk.
I spend some of the afternoon in the garden, at first gardening and later sitting in the sun with a cold cider. Mum rings, and tells me that the friend she used to take to bingo has died. She had fallen on Sunday in her front garden and some passers-by had to call her an ambulance. A broken hip was suspected but Mum isn't sure whether she died during an operation to repair it or through other causes. I'm sad for Mum - the penalty of living to a good age is that you lose your friends one by one. Mum would have been looking forward to returning to bingo at some point, and now she has nobody to go with.
The weather is forecast to deteriorate after today, so we have a barbeque. Exams have started and our son is busy working so hubby and I eat without him and he has his when he has submitted his paper. He seems pretty relaxed about the exams, which are being done open book, although his sleep cycle is still way out of whack and most days his first meal is our dinner. Hubby has suggested that when his exams are over we can help him see his girlfriend, who lives more than an hour's drive away.
By the end of the day I still haven't heard back about the contract, and I begin to worry that my requests for amendments have not been well received. My stomach is sore again, and now my eyes are too - I think that may be hay fever. I suggest to hubby that we watch a movie about racism this evening in solidarity with black lives matter. We choose 13th on Netflix and it's a revelation - slavery has been replaced with incarceration in a prison system that is so commercialised that prisoners are seen a commodity that generates revenue.
Today I am grateful that my son is feeling positive about his exams.
I have to go over to Mum's house to drop off her groceries, and I take the opportunity to speak to her about her hair. She told me she's planning to go to a friend's house tomorrow to have it permed, and I'm worried. She's vulnerable and I'm worried that her friend (who is a mobile hairdresser) will be coming into contact with loads of people, putting Mum at risk. She reassures me that the friend hasn't started back at work yet and has been self-isolating, but has offered to do her hair as a favour. They will both be masked. I'm reassured, and anyway Mum has the right to manage her own risk.
I spend some of the afternoon in the garden, at first gardening and later sitting in the sun with a cold cider. Mum rings, and tells me that the friend she used to take to bingo has died. She had fallen on Sunday in her front garden and some passers-by had to call her an ambulance. A broken hip was suspected but Mum isn't sure whether she died during an operation to repair it or through other causes. I'm sad for Mum - the penalty of living to a good age is that you lose your friends one by one. Mum would have been looking forward to returning to bingo at some point, and now she has nobody to go with.
The weather is forecast to deteriorate after today, so we have a barbeque. Exams have started and our son is busy working so hubby and I eat without him and he has his when he has submitted his paper. He seems pretty relaxed about the exams, which are being done open book, although his sleep cycle is still way out of whack and most days his first meal is our dinner. Hubby has suggested that when his exams are over we can help him see his girlfriend, who lives more than an hour's drive away.
By the end of the day I still haven't heard back about the contract, and I begin to worry that my requests for amendments have not been well received. My stomach is sore again, and now my eyes are too - I think that may be hay fever. I suggest to hubby that we watch a movie about racism this evening in solidarity with black lives matter. We choose 13th on Netflix and it's a revelation - slavery has been replaced with incarceration in a prison system that is so commercialised that prisoners are seen a commodity that generates revenue.
Today I am grateful that my son is feeling positive about his exams.
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