6 June 2020

Adi and Emma’s thank you card with a link to their wedding photos arrived. Bittersweet: so lovely to see everyone together, gathered in such happiness. At the same time, wondering when we’ll be able to have such a gathering again. The future looks so…sparse and distant. For everyone who wants to get married, waiting for a visa or a citizenship ceremony, memorial services…All the fun of ordinary life is gone but so are the special things, the occasions we look forward to. I realized if I move to Edinburgh now I wouldn’t have a support network in place. Moving between peaks would be good but if I got ill up there I’d only have Lexie and that’s a lot to ask. Here I have the Kellens and Cora nearby and other friends a little further off. Much as I hate the thought of paying through the nose for a smaller, darker and less beautiful/spaciously viewed place to live, I have to bite the bullet in the short term, I think, to feel like I have people to turn to. So the best option might be another flat in Newlands Quay except I have to mentally tack on another £200 for the service fee to the rent each month. The price of rent hasn’t really gone down much. A little but I expected a bigger drop. But if I stay to the end of the year we’ll be Brexiting while I’m in London instead of a firmly established Scottish resident. What’s more important, immediate sense of security and community, or longer term bets (and safety net with more savings)? The future is always uncertain but it feels like the world is crossing a rubicon right now. I know that (for now at least) my position is secure and my personal suffering will be minimal. But I feel so many things: guilt, anger, despair at times, hope at times. Occasionally joy. But I’m so tired. I mean soul-tired. Can’t focus. My soul yearns for a role that lets me fight for more justice. But my pragmatic mind tells me to “put on my own airbag first” (i.e. secure my own material situation and meet my financial obligations) first before accepting lower pay and more precarious work. That helps no one. But I feel like a participant and perpetrator of an unjust system when I put my material comfort first. I am not ready to renounce all material comfort and live in a religious community (and which would I choose anyway?) But also the sacrifices of the gods of commerce are great indeed. Let’s see…in fact I have no choice…let’s see where the future takes us.

5 June 2020

Yesterday had a kerfuffle as heard a man in Shadwell basin yelling for help–he was in one of the orange dinghies from the sailing club and I thought I saw a black line dangling over into the water–I thought somebody might be in distress under the water. I called an ambulance and we all rushed towards the scene but by the time I got there nobody was on the water anymore. I found the ambulance and we started to look for the boat but then one of the other ambulance staff flagged us down and said a man had caught a fishhook in his hand and now everything was fine, he’d put the boat away. Meanwhile: two fire trucks had arrived and police were making a running circuit of the basin looking for trouble…I sidled off home. I was embarrassed to have caused such fuss but it was too far away to see and there have been so, so many drownings and injuries in the basin… better safe than sorry.

3 June 2020

Unsatisfying call with Irene yesterday, who’s decided she’s just done with social distancing & because the London case numbers are dropping the risk must be over. I tried to explain why I’m so afraid for America & her reaction was “but people always call him a fascist” which is true because we always knew where this was going, but now it’s actually happening. She’s just too jaded to it all to really empathize right now. But other people are there with me donating and so on. I can see that people are unlikely to continue virtual socializing once they can be together physically, with the possible exception of my Swiss crowd. This makes a difference for my “move out of London” plans. Because I’d have to get a whole new community, exactly when I’m trying to avoid people. Daphne keeps suggesting a giant house in the country but what I really want is a more hacienda-style dwelling where we all have our own side of the house but there’s a central courtyard for parties and general hanging out. Several small cottages in the same place would do. But as things are I have to be content with friends scattered around a big city: I feel hemmed in and lonely at the same time. Urban alienation wasn’t really a big part of my life before but it’s noticeable now. 

2 June 2020

The news from America continues to be very, very, very difficult to watch. I told myself I couldn’t look at my phone after 11 but found myself at 1 AM scrolling through news that the current occupant of the White House has threatened to use military force on its own citizens. Very hard to sleep after that. Yesterday Reg asked me how I was and I responded saying my cousin works for the TV news station in Louisville where a reporter was shot by the police. His response was to say how annoyed he is with teachers because they’re all being lazy by not going back to school. So callous and dismissive. Was he trying to empathize? “We’ve all got problems?” Or minimise? “Your problems are comparable to this minor annoyance I have?” So unclear. In any case: shocking and very hurtful. I certainly won’t really tell him how I’m doing again but my god the callousness…I don’t know whether to say something or to say nothing. I feel very unsettled by this. I want someone to talk to. I really am torn about whether to say something to Reg but I certainly can’t do that until I know how I want that encounter to go. Everything feels very out of control and I don’t want to exacerbate things. Oh, my heart. How will I get through the day?

30 May 2020

Total sleep failure last night: scrolled and scrolled and fed my outrage and pain until 3 AM instead of reserving my strength to fight, to fight hard, in the ways that I can. Destroying my peace of mind does not end the struggles of those currently protesting. I need a better plan. Oh dear–sore throat? I hope from allergies and exhaustion. A strange hope but here we are. I’m full of anger at the government here going against its own scientific advice, let alone what the WHO says. The USA is no longer a country I recognize–or rather I do and this is exactly where I thought this would end up going all along. Terrifying and awful for everyone. And it’s going to be worse than anything they’ve planned or imagined and the rigidity about going ahead with Brexit despite the offers of yet another extension due to exceptional circumstances are, I believe, in the end not even going to profit the wealthy all that much. They’ve built fortresses of money but the systems they rely on are falling apart without people to run them. I hated reading ‘Atlas Shrugged’ but those scenes where even the rich couldn’t find restaurants or clubs to meet in because the world is grinding to a halt, that’s where we’re going. I remember the once-great mansions of Cairo and the concrete roads they built right next to them, their faded glory with the light blocked by the hulking monstrosity mere inches from the windows. Thoughtless growth, and descent from a locus of power to a once-great city fuelled by nostalgia. I can picture the same highway running along the Strand, choking the Palace of Justice and all the old newspaper offices. Hemming in the church and swallowing up Bush House and India House and Australia House. Fading, fading. All because we were not able to incorporate many voices and live pluralistically. To lift all up equally. Today has tasks in it but first and foremost must be doing the right thing: donating. A renewal of spirit is important today. I need resilience for the coming weeks and months.

27 May 2020

Turned out my early meeting was THIS morning, not yesterday. I’m sleepy and feeling trapped in the house–I didn’t go for a walk until 10 PM because it was so busy earlier in the day and evening and even then it was still crowded around Wapping. The narrow pathway towards King Edward Memorial Park was full of other walkers and cyclists even in the dark. A group of youths were congregating around a motorbike on the pathway around Shadwell Basin in the corner where those little houses are and there wasn’t nearly enough room to pass them. I started down the alley for Pelican Stairs to have a walk on the shore but it was too dark and I was afraid of getting trapped down there by someone.

26 May 2020

Watched “Contagion.” They got a lot right but a lot wrong also–they missed the volunteers and helpers and people rallying together. It’s not all mobs looting the stores. There was also an assumption that once a supply chain was broken it couldn’t come back, which so far has been false. So busy out yesterday I decided not to go to South Bank–looked lovely in the photos Irene sent but there was no way to get there safely. They’re going to start reopening things in June–I think this is a terrible idea. I think they’re heading for a second wave. But it’s the autumn I’m worried about.

25 May 2020

Picnic yesterday was a success! Really felt like a picnic. I set up a little nest of pillows and blankets on the balcony and had my cheap rosé and my chicken salad and bean dip with veg and brownies… Really festive. Cora complimented me on coming up with innovative hosting formats that don’t feel like sitting around talking like a work meeting. That felt nice. A little more research on the Edinburgh front–I can’t tell if we’d be allowed to move or not. The guidance is unclear. I haven’t really properly looked at outside London either. Commuter belt. But I want to be far enough away not to commute. I don’t want to get back on the tube until there’s a vaccine, which is at least a year away. Christmas is going to be hard–I don’t feel I can go to my parents’ house because I don’t want to endanger them and I don’t know if I could get back. I wonder how many people on repatriation flights have gotten ill. International travel isn’t going to be the same until there’s a vaccine, I think. 

24 May 2020

Helicopters. Helicopters after midnight again. Has it been every night this week or does it just feel like it? I’ll check the Helicopter Circling map. That Twitter bot has at least saved my sanity as I look at where the helicopters are even if we have no idea what they’re doing. Citymapper’s traffic dashboard tells me the amount of people moving around has increased steadily, we’re at 15% of last year’s capacity at this time compared to 13% last week and 9% the week before. Now that a second minister has flouted the lockdown rules it’s only going to get worse. They’re going to need all the spare hospital capacity they shut down.