Close encounters of the COVID kind (On Friday’s I write)

After last weeks monster post on Nature as our Teacher, this week I find myself cluttered with different lists and plans and a Lush funding application that needs to be written now. So the best thing I can do is take some reflection time right? Throw some ideas and thoughts out into the universe. 

Last weekend was busy, attending workshops and making connections. Once again I will manage to avoid diving deeply into social media tactics because it seems we have found in real life, the people we are looking for. We made contact with young people in the neighbourhood who might be interested in volunteering, and with two interesting groups, from La Base and Akasha Hub who would benefit from a solidarity project. I think the call for ESC and Erasmus+ projects has just been opened today.. so as soon as Kira goes back to school after the Easter holidays I’ll be inundated with EU project writing tasks!! A youth worker training, a volunteering project for Barcelona, and maybe 3 solidarity projects!!! 

On Sunday I had a lovely, very long, lunch with a permaculture colleague in the neighbourhood. When he contacted me afterwards to tell me he was COVID positive on that day it didn’t seem so wonderful any more. Isolating at home was the easy part. Having a PCR was also the easy part – they don’t stick it all the way up any more!!! They didn’t go higher than I can get with my finger.. it was totally fine! 

So that was the good news. The more complicated part was the psychological stress of maybe having COVID, even though you don’t have symptoms. As well as having to rearrange the travel plans – we had been planning to escape Barcelona on Wednesday. 

So Kira missed school as planned (I thought it better to keep her home… imagine if it all went wrong and because of her the whole class had to isolate during Easter week!!!) and then after my negative status was confirmed she went back again today for the last day of term, to the great surprise of her teachers.

We have managed to come up with alternative plans, that nearly work, for picking up Jessica and the chickens and driving them to Boodaville to open for the season. And now I’m left with precious few hours to finish writing an inspiring funding grant, and am feeling rather confused and a bit sideways after a very weird week.