The intimacy of un-globalizing

 I think it would be wrong to refer to our current state as lock-down.  That's not at all what it is.  Much more a case of a reversal of personal globalization that seemed previously to characterize white collar life in Hong Kong.  With the quarantines now required (21 days in Hong Kong - six days in the hospital was a challenge - 21 days would leave me needing a shrink.  I was reminded of how different things were a generation or two ago.  When my dad went to the UK for his PhD, he traveled there on the RMS Windsor Castle, a fast mail ship that ran between SA and the UK.  That trip was nearly 2 weeks, which bizarrely is a week and a day shorter than it would take from door to door with a 21 day quarantine.  There are a couple of pics of the ship at the bottom of this post - couldn't help myself.

So in that space, for me, a precious and almost unfamiliar intimacy - having been Willy Loman on the road for a decade and a half before.  And I love the granular moments.

Ev in a zoom class out on the patio

Dinner the vast majority of nights - such a lovely thing

Ev and Ange having a little table cuddle

Teenage life up close, a quick pose while cleaning up, or absorbed in a phone.

Holly asleep under my desk, one of her three fave spots.

Ange making a cake.

Andy, our very cool neighbour, giving his new people mover a scrub

Pickle back from a walk up the hill, mandatory exercise

And look how happy it makes him.

As promised, here are a couple of pics of the RMS Windsor Castle, the PhD boat.  Firstly in it's hey day in the early '60s, and below that in 2005, about to be scrapped at Alang in India.  Quite an innings.