One of the things plague season has demonstrated to me is just how different my lifestyle is to that of most people. Certainly, I’m losing money just like most small business owners, but fortunately, I have some generous readers, clients and friends who have been helping to ease that pain, and since I have for the past 17 months already been engaged in the process of shifting my business model to a smaller number of regular clients, the sudden drop in client contacts two months ago didn’t hit me as hard (financially or emotionally) as it did younger, less-established sex workers. And given that my official residence (which has now become my primary residence) is on 11 acres of land 20 miles from the nearest town, most of the urban restrictions fell pretty lightly on my shoulders and gave me time to do a lot of long-neglected renovation. Of course, the various restrictions (both real and made-up) are as annoying and frustrating to me as they are to any non-puritan, and I’m very concerned for the many small business owners I know who are being slowly strangled to death by politicians trying to save their own careers. But for once, a disaster didn’t completely disrupt my life, as so many have in the past. And I think that’s something I’ll be very thankful for over the next couple of years.
Still On Course
May 25, 2020 by Maggie McNeill
Posted in Diary, Tyranny | Tagged advertising, disease, politicians, psychology, Sunset | 3 Comments
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“11 acres of land 20 miles from the nearest town”, sounds like a little slice of heaven. I live in the ‘burbs, but grew up in a rural setting and I really miss it.
Same here and I actually work a bit more at the moment, although not directly because of the current crisis. 100% home office though. Most of my friends are in a similar situation.
I find it quite unreal seeing all those people struggling, all those restrictions (most here pretty sane and based on facts, but that is not the same in many other places), while I have reduced my daily shopping trips to once a week and my hair grows longer and that is basically it. So major crisis for society, but for me minor inconvenience? Not that this is unwelcome, but I feel a bit like a non-involved observer with regards to the whole thing. There are of course lots and lots of interesting things to observe, even if quite a few of them are not good.