Loopy de loop loo

And on it goes. Another day to orbit the same wee sphere, around the wee house, around the garden, around the tele-health, around the meals, the snacks and the wine bottles, the games and around the bush track we go. Loop de loop de loop, all going slowly loopy.
I huff at a vehicle that races around the corner towards us. Who said the dirty fossil fuel burner could use my perfectly appointed two meter requisite physical distancing tarmac walking strip? Complete with a line down the middle to keep us all apart, designed for purpose?! How dare they drive down it at such reckless 30 or 40 km/hour abandon? Anyone would think it was a road or something. Not this month, sonny, not on my watch.  Loop de loopy.
Physical distancing on the bush track is less tarmac defined, some peeps launch themselves in the bushes at my invisible stealth viral cloud approach, some recklessly pat our recklessly unleashed dog, some turn and face away while covering their faces without touching their faces, not even an acknowledgement of my cheery hello. My suggestion of a round of spontaneous hide and seek doesn't receive a very enthusiastic audience. Boo! Sounds too much like Achoo? Loopy loop de loo.
Be careful what you wish for I remind myself of a week ago when I longed for a few quiet days at home. Or another self, a month ago when I decided I should give up shopping for  clothes for a year and wear what I've got in my bulging recycled ugly beautiful collection of cloth. Hindsight is the gift of the prophetic.
There are moments of joy though, throughout the feedback feedforward loop, like a spontaneous chat on the deck with a passing friend. A joke with a child. Another child who says he's totally perfectly happy and cannot ever fathom going back to school. The teenager who stays up late at night doing sit ups while listening to his podcasts. I have an hour long conversation about leveling up my bard DnD character with something, I don't know what he actually said as I just sat and marvelled at his knowledge and passion about something I don't get at all. I put together the tree to the right of Notre dame and my daughter spends about 3 hours piecing together a shades of green river. No one asks to go to Kmart or Jumparama and I am, eternally in the moment, grateful for the loop. Loop de loopy