Under House Arrest day 365

Tuesday. A year to the date that we went into the very first lockdown. I remember we both had cheques to take into the bank, so we got the bus and went there and straight back. I started this blog, and have managed to keep it up by combining the quieter days or days when I haven't had a chance to post. I used to do a blog when we were at the pub on Myspace, but it wasn't secure and it got hacked. I got a lot of grief for things I didn't post ( perhaps by the people complaining the most) so I was wary of doing one for a few years. But then I found and pay for this one, it is more secure and I can share it to Facebroke and not have to go on there too much. 

So yesterday was a day of reflection, and it certainly has been a dramatic change of life. We've had to dig deep. Some have coped, some have thrived, some haven't done very well at all. We have new vocabulary. Social distancing, self isolate, covidiots, lockdown, pandemic, generation covid... 

We've learned to wear masks, clean everywhere we sit when out, bought and used litres of hand sanitizer, hand wash, anti-bacterial cleaners, bleach. We've also learned to entertain ourselves, embrace technology like never before. Staying in touch online, even going old school and writing more letters. 

Personally, I have embraced my art journal journey, via Dyan Reaveley's day by day classes, and online courses. I had a few of her stamp sets because I liked the quirky nature of her art, which I used in card making. But now, I use them and so much more so in my daily dyalog. It's not as daunting as doing a large page daily. And like my blog I've managed to keep up. I've tried bullet journaling and being a diarist, none worked for me. I'd get behind and give up. 

Between her and Tim's "lives" my yoga and biking I've kept my self in a happy bubble ( another covid word) with a few downs along the way, but dealing better with it than I thought. I've always been a loner, having spent most of my childhood on my own due to my disability so I'm no stranger to keeping myself busy. Having Kev alongside me and Willow to cuddle has been wonderful. And thinking of reflection you know how they say things happen for a reason? Just think how awful it would have been if we had still been at the pub! At least all that is behind us, and we have real friends and support now ( that includes the few that stayed with us after the fall) and we live in lovely place and both work in an environment that is much more support based than it was at Burton.