Posted in health, Self Care

Life in a bubble

It’s strangely easy to practise social distancing when one lives a rural lifestyle. It’s quite rare for neighbours to drop by. It’s just us, the dog and the cats. Nothing different than an ordinary weekend minus our off spring and the little ones visiting.

Only it’s vastly different than a month ago…. the world pandemic has made its way here. Albeit slower than elsewhere and our numbers aren’t climbing like crazy, yet.

So here we are, practising social distancing. Doing our part to keep the pandemic in check.

In some ways it’s just like I’ve gone into full retirement with my lay off notice as of Friday. It’s not a surprise at all. Hopefully it will be relatively short term but, as with most things right now, no one knows for sure. I’ve got a good pension, two full freezers, a cold storage room and a well stocked pantry so I know I am one of the fortunate ones.

I am, as per usual, keeping busy. I’ve started one heck of a big project alongside my other half. I may have dragged him into it but he’s being fairly enthusiastic.

I’m staying very creative as well on a variety of levels. It feels great to dive into a project and know that I won’t have to leave and go attend something..


All of my social obligations have been cancelled. No rushing in for a soccer game or a meeting. No lunch with a friend or cousin. No errands and no appointments. As an aside my hair is not going to last long at staying short but there is no social distance from your hair dresser. May just have to trust my other half with the clippers.

Which is when it hits home just how tumultuous the world has become. When a haircut, which seems like an ordinary kind of thing, comes with risks that make one hesitate. It falls strictly on the shoulders and choices of each of us how this damaging virus will be transmitted around our spaces. But the impact will be felt by all.

It’s unbelievable that there are people out there who won’t make the right decisions. Back from airplane travel and the next day in a store. Variations of this story abound. This is how the virus goes rampant across a country. This link talks about the Canadian Government Actions to address this issue. It happens in the city and in small towns. It seems, because it’s invisible, that the warning doesn’t apply to these travelers.

Doctors warn that we need to take this very seriously. The government is doing all it can. Universities are sending supplies to labs. Front line workers are going non stop to try and help society. Industry is stepping up. In Italy they have used a 3D printer to produce the value needed for ventilators. Lessons need to be learnt from China, Italy and Taiwan. We need to step up as a society and do what we can.

Which means, for the average citizen, nothing. We’re being asked to stay home. We need to practise social distancing, use common sense when we absolutely must venture into society and we must practise good hand washing. That’s what is going to win this war. That’s what is going to help those in the front line of this pandemic and those fighting it within their body.

I didn’t set out to sound so dramatic but, despite my bubble, the gravity of the situation is apparent. There are positives in this timeline; like China flying supplies and medical personnel to Italy. Like the mega work of laboratories across Canada.

Let us hope that “it” will be like the storm pictured below which looks intense but only gave us a few spits of rain and wind.. but let us prepare for what it looks like it could have been.

Let’s stay together while we stand apart.

Bernie

Posted in family, Travel

Tiny Research Steps

The steps today seemed tiny and, on occasion, even a bit futile. Which seems like a strange thing to say about a day touring around in a foreign country.

Our visit to the Liverpool area was twofold. We wanted to visit our friends who live there and do some research into my great uncle’s life, death and perhaps final resting place. The computer “paper” trail of my great uncle’s life has gone a bit cold. I was lucky that my Canadian cousin did a lot of base research. Born 1886 in a poorhouse in Ormskirk, that’s also where we believe he died. A brief stint in Canada from 1911 to 1925 but as he was an “undesirable” due to some sort of mental illness that rendered him unemployable, he was deported from Canada shortly after his mother’s death.

So armed with a great local driver we set off for Ormskirk. The history section and a librarian were a good start.

So then info turned up that the Ormskirk work house was closed in the 30’s when it became the Ormskirk County Hospital.

Which was then closed in 1948 and the patients were farmed out. So we’ve managed a couple of descent suppositions about where he went in the as either Greaves Hall Hospital or Sefton House Hospital.

The National Registry office at Ormskirk sent us to Preston. Preston to Liverpool. Liverpool had already replied to my email in the negative. Ah fun and games. Perhaps I wasn’t asking for the right info from the right place?

Our heads full, my research assistants and I went to the beach to check out a cool art display there.

Then this evening, as we told info to our lovely friend, she picks up her tablet and starts finding connections. More info to tract down and possible places to look for more info. Plus an offer to check out records if my future email inquires turn up more leads. It really helps us that she grew up here and totally understands the changes to boundaries etc.

One tiny step closer to perhaps finding out an answer or two. First up though sleep!

Bernie

Ps never managed to hit post last night as it was a long day, late evening and then an early morning today.