Lockdown with Oscar: Day 2
Today was meant to be a Shopping and Errand Day. With this in mind, I set up shop in the kitchen, so that I could use the table to sort out my overflowing admin file and work out what needed to be done. This is always a job I have to do early in January. I have the sort of brain that has to make admin a project. I’ve been trying for my entire adult life to deal with paperwork as it comes in and not let it pile up, but I now understand that I am never going to be that person. Over any busy period, such as Christmas, I am never going to deal with admin on a daily basis, so I’ve trained myself to keep a proper file so that when I do get around to doing it, I’ve got everything in one place and I don’t have to search for vital pieces of paper stashed in odd drawers and on shelves.
I didn’t do badly with the admin and as a reward, I allowed myself to sit and write for a bit. Three hours later, I am willing to acknowledge that Shopping and Errand Day might not happen today. We’ve got enough to manage…
Essay writing is going well, I think, but as it’s happening in a different room today, I’m not quite so involved. Occasionally the laptop is thrust under my nose and I get to learn new and interesting facts about seventeenth century government finance, but mostly life is peaceful. Even my afternoon walk with Oscar didn’t happen today, as he was stolen by my son’s girlfriend, who is on a fitness kick. Oscar bounded out the door with huge excitement, and returned an hour later full of beans.
“OMG, Mum, I went on a walk with Rachael!”
“I know you did, Oscar. Did you enjoy it?”
“It was brilliant. We’re going to do it again! We saw loads of people again. Some of them were wearing muzzles again!”
“Whatever. It stops them from biting each other, which is good. Anyway, I’m just off to tell Rachael how much I love her again.”
I leave Oscar to it, listening to the shrieks from Rachael as Oscar leaps onto her as she’s sitting on the sofa and tries to climb onto her head. I’m sure she’ll be fine…
Eventually, worn out with so much love, Oscar comes back to the kitchen. We’ve moved his favourite bed next to my chair so he can be nice and close, and it’s clear the walk has worn him out.
“Mum. Is it dinner time?”
“No, you’ve got a couple of hours yet, Oscar. Have a snooze.”
Ten minutes pass.
“Mum. As we didn’t get a walk today, do you think we could go down the glen this evening, to see the lights?”
“If it’s not raining, Oscar.”
“It’s not going to rain. I can feel it in my tail. What’s for dinner?”
“Dog food, Oscar.”
“We’re having take away, it’s Friday.”
“Mmm. That sounds interesting. I might go and see Jon, he’s talking to the computer again.”
“Oh no you don’t. He’s on a zoom call with work.”
“Oh. Don’t you think they’d like to meet me?”
“Maybe later. Settle down, baby boy.”
Another ten minutes.
“Mum. I like lockdown.”
“Why’s that, Oscar?”
“You’re all here.”
“That’s a fair point, Oscar. Want to come into the garden and play?”
“Yes, please! Now, who shall I bring? Red snake hasn’t been out for a while.”
Sometimes, I think Oscar is a very wise dog. Maybe there are some good points to lockdown after all.
Lockdown plus point 3: We’re all together.
Lockdown minus point 3: I will need to wear my muzzle in the supermarket and the post office when I go tomorrow. Still, at least it will stop me biting anybody…