The year that was April

I’ve stopped counting the days in the lockdown. It was fun for 3 weeks but then it just got ridiculous. The novelty wore off.

Another numberless morning

Anecdotally, I’ve seen more South African flags on display: on a table in a living room when driving past, on a flag pole three doors down from us. Presumably, people are seeing themselves as part of something bigger, a national effort to pull in one direction and be good citizens.

Braai without fresh rugby is sad

Personally, I think the national honeymoon is about at an end. It was never going to last longer than a month. As someone who has a libertarian orientation when it comes to civil rights, it’s been difficult to read about some of the things going on.

‘Tjop’ with no ‘dop’

There’s been a basic struggle going on in the street that has nothing to do with us human beings. Crows versus squirrels. The collective noun for squirrels is apparently a dray or a colony, or alternatively a scurry.

Scrat on the lookout for yet more pecan nuts

I like that. It’s been a scurry of squirrels versus a murder of crows. Moves and countermoves. The squirrels have been thorough in  collecting the pecan nuts from the tree next door and avoiding the crows. The crows got one of them this past fortnight (or week; I’m not sure as I’ve totally lost track of the accurate passage of time). They ate up the kill really fast.

 

At least two are left that we’ve been able to count: one with a truncated tail we call ‘Stumpy’ and another I call ‘Scrat’.

 

Social media (Twitter) is a dumpster fire of emotion and vitriol and you can see where people’s heads are at. It’s not pretty but at times perversely entertaining. We are not in our right minds.

Something something electrons

It feels strange not to get in the vehicle and go to work or church. I actually started a Bible study on YouVersion one morning recently, and it actually felt like an occasion. My normal day is work, leisure screen time, eating and sleeping; doing things to pass the time but without real enjoyment.

Lekker slaai

 

Daily bread

I need to get stuck into that Bible study again. I’ll tell you about it sometime. I have the time but the motivation is still in first gear.

Numbers

Days of lockdown: 24

Days until lockdown ends (theoretically): 12

 

That means that we’re 66.67% of the way there.

 

Tests conducted: 108,021

Positive cases: 3,034

Deaths: 52

 

That’s a mortality rate of 0.017%.

 

There’s a calculus to this pandemic and the way the authorities are handling it. It’s a numbers game.

 

Random numbers, random patterns, fun and games

 

The data plotted on a graph with ‘x’ and ‘y’ axes amounts to a curve. The curve must be flattened by social distancing. Not necessarily to save lives, but to save available hospital beds and medical care.

 

We all know these things.

 

The great Albert Einstein was credited with saying that ‘not everything that can be counted, counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.’

 

Craving fresh fruit

 

People are caring for one another. But equally, people are snitching on one another and using the pandemic as a pretext to settle social justice scores. That’s something you can’t plot on a graph or quantify with numbers.

 

Frequent coffee

 

Too many people killed by over-officious and zealous police and soldiers.

 

Human beings excluded from financial help because of their race.

 

The psychological cost of social isolation creeping unawares on ordinary people locked in their homes with the threat of fines and arrest.

 

The anxiety of people facing an abrupt halt to their ability to provide for their families.

 

The sun going down on Day 20, wishing it would go down on the lock-down

 

The virus is a numbers game but what the human condition means is that we bring to it the same ingredients that were there before, the stuff that is already baked into the cake. And the human condition (including my own) means that there are glimpses of things to be positive about, but truck loads of things to be negative about.

 

The family kettle getting a work-out

 

Only God’s working causes the equation to balance for the good.

 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+8%3A28&version=NIV

A very different Easter

Hulk Hogan, former wrestling personality, cheesy ‘actor’ and handlebar moustache aficionado.

 

Yeah, that guy.

 

He wrote (in part) the following, about the whole pandemic:

 

“God has taken away everything we worship. God said, “you want to worship athletes, I will shut down the stadiums. You want to worship musicians, I will shut down Civic Centers. You want to worship actors, I will shut down theaters. You want to worship money, I will shut down the economy and collapse the stock market. ”

 

https://www.instagram.com/p/B-o-YE_jgvU/

 

While referencing the plagues of Egypt out of context, Hogan is correct that this Corona virus pandemic is depriving us of things we’ve taken for granted, and possibly even things we worship in place of God. He writes that with our distractions removed from us that we should put our focus on Christ.

 

Profound for a lowly wrestler. His salient point is that in the midst of all that is going on, and all that isn’t going on, that we should fix our eyes on Christ and our relationship to Him.

 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews+12%3A1+-+3&version=NIV

 

I can’t even think about two weeks from now.

A reminder of the sacrifice

It’s Good Friday and Sunday’s on the way.

The suffering servant

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+53%3A3+-+6&version=NIV

Made for each other

Lockdown week 2

Literally counting the days
I’ve not been as reflective of the lockdown as this swimming pool is of the moon, just counting days.
Night falls
Cackle-berries
Communion with cyber-church
Sometimes, it’s really good to be a South African
Two days of rain, reflective of His common grace…he sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous
Serene morning…coffee and a view
Evening, then morning. The circadian rhythm persists as He established and His creation experiences it

Lockdown

Braai time
Castle by the casa
Raak vir my rustig
Seeing more of the garden than usual
Foxes have holes and birds have nests…
A bug’s life
No reason change out of PJ’s
Essential equipment for dealing with the lock-down
Birthday cake
A strange juxtaposition…what would it taste like? And would the wine be rendered rainbow-coloured?
Never fails to get a laugh
Did you also see the toilet rolls in the shot? Topical in the time of Covid-19