“Like a tsunami that hits the coastline
A hurricane that throws up houses
Or an earthquake that splits the earth in two
Watch your words.
They can change relationships forever.
Think carefully.
Choose them wisely.
They cannot be unsaid.
Elephants don’t forget.”
– SmikG.
Gee we’re living in interesting times.
And that’s not to trivialise any of the sicknesses or deaths associated with COVID here, or around the world.
Absolutely no.
But just look around you. Look around us. Look in your neighbourhood.
We’re all running around like a bunch of chooks with our heads cut off, not quite sure how to deal with another 6 weeks of isolation.
Buying up at the shops… going out quickly to grab those last minute things we just can’t live without!
Calm down people.
Why are we going nuts like we did at the start? Don’t you remember what happened the first time around?
We will still have eggs.
We will still have dishwashing tablets.
We will still have freaking toilet paper.
I for one, don’t mind this round two one bit.
So what? We’ve been in one form of isolation or another since late March. That’s approximately 15 weeks if you’ve been social distancing correctly, and 106 days going off my gratitude blog since this all began.
If this had been done properly the first time around, and restrictions hadn’t loosened as early as they did (I always felt they relaxed too soon) this may not be occurring.
Only Victoria. It had to happen in Victoria. The garden state. The state, ‘on the move.’
Too right coronavirus is on the move.
This time feels different. I honestly feel like if we’re able to get through these 6 weeks with EVERYONE isolating, we will kick this virus well and truly.
Read a book.
Watch a movie at home. You can rent, Netflix, subscribe to an online service.
Go for a walk. Remember that’s still allowed.
Connect via zoom and video calls.
Listen to some old records.
Dance in the kitchen.
Flick through photo albums.
Rediscover the fuel that makes you tick, that which makes your heart soar, and what makes your soul happy.
Sure, some things are gonna suck. Work will be hard, school will be hard (if it’s done from home again, especially hard) and being isolated from those you love can be especially disheartening.
But remember this. What sucks more is this thing going on for months and months because we as a state can’t get it right.
What sucks more is the people who have died from this.
Whatever problem, issue or inconvenience this isolation causes you, it is not as bad as dying alone in a hospital room.
No support. No holding hands. Because that’s what this virus does to you.
Keep that in perspective.
Do it right now, please. Do the right thing, so we can go out in the glorious Spring sunshine come September, and breathe in that fresh air, knowing it is finally, over.
Let’s go from corona, and ‘BC,’ before corona…
To ‘AD.’ After disaster. After disease. After death.
Let’s do it.
I’m bringing you a very serious topic tonight.
It’s concerning food, and we all treat what we eat seriously, right?
We want to like it, right?
So then, why do weird things sometimes adorn it… like, for example, on pizza?
What topping do you think SHOULD, OR SHOULD NOT GO on top of pizza?
I’ll start it off by throwing out some obvious and not-so-obvious toppings to see where everyone stands.
Some might make you think ‘YES’ I hate that!
Others might make you go ‘NO’ I actually don’t mind it.
And then there might be some neutral ones that have you neither here or there, because yeah whatever, you like to eat, nom nom nom.
So firstly… Anchovies.
For me? No. I have strong memories of my childhood where we forgot to ask for no anchovies on the capricciosa, and because it all kind of blended in, biting into the pizza only to get that unmistakable extreme saltiness…
Ugh. Yuck. I still remember it.
Next up… Pineapple. I have nothing against the fruit. And I’ve had some things on pizza that people might find unusual.
I’ve had vegetables like cauliflower… I’ve had chicken strips and barbeque sauce… and I’ve had all forms of seafood… I’ve even had potatoes on pizza (with rosemary, mmm yum!)
But pineapple… I mean, is it trying to be a dessert pizza, with lashings of chocolate, bananas and strawberries all which AREN’T there? Did it miss the dessert bus? Hmm.
I’ve bitten in and come across the pineapple before… and I am not a fan. It feels kind of squeaky against the bread and meat and cheese, and let’s just say when Hubbie orders it on his half, and some of it encroaches onto my pineapple-free side, well I’m picking the pieces off and flinging them in his direction like “here, take it.”
Yes, take it.
Last, but definitely not least for my little survey… tomato sauce.
YES.
Now I’m not talking the base that the dough is spread with. I’m talking, you get your pizza delivered from the pizza shop…
And then at home, you squirt tomato sauce (or ketchup, whatever’s your fancy) all over your pizza.
It might sound crazy, but it actually makes complete sense.
You’re just making it saucier, that’s all. I learnt this one off my cousins when they moved to Australia from overseas, and it must be a European thing because Hubbie learnt the same from his own cousin when he came from overseas…
It must be a very Balkan thing.
Admittedly I don’t eat it like that anymore… but it’s a very easy thing to get used to.
So tell me… any of these tickle your fancy? Are you disgusted at the thought? Or do you have your own pet peeves?
Please tell… what does or doesn’t belong on pizza?
You don’t make an online splash,
But I hear the ripple of wind as you hawk over me.
Pretending like you don’t see it all,
Choosing where your thumbs up go
I’m not meant to know, that you watch me after all.
You wonder why I don’t mention you.
But things that have hurt you,
Events that have impacted you,
And people whose words and actions have harmed you beyond anything you’ve ever known,
Are not things you want to dwell on, dance in, and dawdle over.
I prefer to ignore forget it all.
Your image of yourself is flawless,
But you fail to see the many errors of your judgement.
How the smooth lines of your life are pulled so tight, like a Botoxed face,
Gnawing at the sides, tearing what is naturally there, and creating cracks in it’s wake like the desert ground.
You are actually lucky.
You have more love than you know what to do with
And just as well it comes from obligation
Since you continue to throw it all down the drain.
I feel your judgement, with every word written, and every syllable spoken
I feel it in all my good and bad moments.
And I know what you must say about me, because I’ve heard you say it about everyone else too.
Does anyone think,
Narcissus died not from the perfect vision of looking at himself in the waters reflection,
But in the horror of seeing his inner ugliness portrayed and distorted and swayed to him, that no one else but Mother Nature could show?
Hmm.
Well when you fall, it will be too late.
I won’t be standing by the waters edge, waiting to lend you a hand
I will watch you from the bushes, just as you’ve watched me from a distance, all this time.
You won’t see me, but you may hear my presence,
As a rustle in the trees… and a whisper in the wind…
“Pssst.
I see you.
I hear you.
I know you.
Yes, I know.”
It’s all fine, it’s alright
Keep smiling through all your lies
Tell them what they want to hear
Then turn your back and bash their ear
Give them a sweet name, that always works
But when they need you, you bitch and lurk
You treat them on a scale of 5, but always expect a 10
It’s never you… it’s all of THEM.
Jest guess? but caution over violent breaths.
smikg 