Day 30- Art and the Garden

Still life at Robyn's

The internet plays up in the morning so I resort to chocolate. A monty piece which makes me feel a bit sick. And call the tiler- he points out I should shop around price wise. The same tiles under different names for different prices in different places. He offers to get subway tiles for me at his price. I'm hopeful. Otherwise the day's routine is same, same- work, ride, garden. Every now and then I feel slightly bored but knowing that things are going to change next week lifts my horizon. If only in anticipation. I'm getting excited about the house progressing again.
I drop in on Robyn and we share a wine with the door open and the 2 metre distance. I appreciate the art on her walls. It's creative, artistic expression that is getting us through lockdown, as it did during the 2010/11 earthquakes. I take a picture of the artwork which superimposes the faces of 17 women, one for every second of the February 2011 quake. She's beautiful. Artists and performers were first to get going after our city got flattened, and they lifted our spirits by expanding our horizons. Robyn and I eat outside. It's unseasonably warm.
5 new cases of Covid. Donald Trump says disinfectant will cure Covid, so will light.