Like a lot of you (I imagine), I received notification from ATG yesterday about my remaining tickets for Uncle Vanya.
That is good news for me – but probably will still provide a lot of disappointment for others who were travelling from farther away and will not be able to rearrange their travel plans as easily. I’m curious to see when they will put on the play and whether there will be a) enough time for travel planning, and b) a long enough interim period for safety. I would still very much like to make the journey, and I am also hoping that some of us who had to cancel their plans, may now get a second chance at watching the play. We’ll find out at the end of the month, hopefully.
Long before the crisis happened, I had decided to document my interactions with the play in a custom diary. That was in early January. I started out on the day of the play’s first preview. And then things took a different turn than expected. Since I have shown you the Vanya junk journal I made for Linda60, now you’ll get a little look at what one of those journals looks like when it is full. Alas – disclaimer: I was going to make a snazzy little video of the whole thing, but my iPhone ran out of storage space (as usual) and my tripod/filming set-up for my proper camera is unfortunately still unresolved. I got as far as this:
Well, that was a nice and natural cut there 😂. So the rest is in pictures.
It’s much to my surprise that I have found myself keeping (almost) daily records of the current crisis. The last time I kept a proper diary was in my college days. Once I had children, things really went downhill on that front 😂. Ok, and I’ll blame it on the internet as well. And even despite my obvious passion for junk journals, I hadn’t felt inspired to write a diary for a long time. Maybe it takes extraordinary times to get back into the flow? I just felt that it could be an interesting record for my family in years to come; possibly after I have gone, to see what we did and felt and how we made it through the crisis. In any case, journal no. 1 is full, and journal no. 2 is ready and waiting.
I’ve named it the Covid Chronicles. Much less deco in there, as I expect to write a bit more. It passes time and is somewhat soothing, especially when you write with a smooth fountain pen on those pages…
Sometimes I feel my eyes almost go cross-eyed with relaxation 😂
So, what about you? I know it is a touchy subject, so ignore this if it is something you can’t bear to consider, but are you planning on (re)arranging your travel plans if at all possible?
And for those who don’t want to delve into that can of worms, here is a different question: Do you keep a diary? Are you keeping a journal *at this time*, for posterity?
In any case, I hope you are all well and you are staying put this Easter. Today, Good Friday, I notice a lot more traffic outside than in the days prior. It’s not a massive amount of traffic. But there was only 1 car every five minutes yesterday, now there is one every two minutes, and that definitely is a noticeable increase. I am slightly annoyed with that because people have been warned not to travel for non-essentials, and traffic checks by the gardai are in place. As hard as it may be, I just hope people stay at home, even at Easter time!
Stay safe, everybody!