Day #13 Eastern Quarantime Time. I spent an inordinate amount of time today sorting my things for my imminent release. I completed my Release Form and confirmed my departure details with the front desk. I paced the room most of the day in anticipation of departure.
For most of the day I have been conducting a triage consumption of what is in the Hotel Quarantino refrigerator. Perhaps as a result, I'm feeling a bit queasy ahead of tonight's meal delivery. The highlight of the desserts have been Golden North ice creams and today's lunchtime Balfour's Jam Donut.
A mercy package of CDs arrived from Ferg today! Steve's coffee has been simply heavenly. I booked a rooftop walk but when the officer arrived to escort me a couple of hours later I did not feel like going, so I made up a feeble excuse.
I washed my cloth mask but I may not even need it tomorrow. It would seem that Queenslanders think they are immune and could not care much about social distancing. This genuinely horrifies me.
Tomorrow is the cremation of our brother Andrew at a small gathering of immediate family. I offered to preside/host this brief time of prayer, sharing and Scripture. No pressure.
Today I sat and looked out the window a lot. I rewrote what I'll say tomorrow. I answered emails from the crematorium about the internment and plaques.
Science fiction and ambient music were a perfect contemplation. Thanks to the Buddhists for sharing their wisdom. To be honest, it's not always what I think or even need, but then neither is the book of Proverbs.
I'm most grateful for messages, phone calls and packages of support and comfort. The grief and bereavement journey is a draining, emotional roller coaster that doesn't get easier. We feel supported, prayed for and loved.
If you have read this far, thank you for sharing the journey. in case you didn't realise, my commentary has arisen from a combination of boredom, grief, and a desire to make a tongue-in-cheek reflection on the minor inconveniences of this brief, self-chosen quarantine. Yes, I decided to talk up my woes as a kind of 'letters from prison'. If you missed the humour, I apologise.
There are many people in COVID quarantine for whom life is terrible, and many who have been unjustly detained as refugees for years and months. Part of the point of my reflection was to highlight how petty my inconveniences are. Let's turn our hearts and actions to those for whom isolation is hell, and to changing the hearts and minds of those whose actions (or inactions) treat others as less that people of full human dignity and worth.
See you on the other side.