Covid 19- Et Portare Super Vos Tacebitis

October Earlier Days.

Covid 19- Et Portare Super Vos Tacebitis

The weekend seems far away now. Daughter in grade 1 ballet, mummy making a Roman Costume for my little one for her Roman day at school- Boudica? Gold gillet and scarlet overall.  I source a head band of golden thread. Son writes a story for his literacy- out of this world- aliens, spaceships, granite skies, metamorphosis and debris in plentiful. He is gleeful for he has just discovered the meaning of the word metamorphosis.  I settle down to read a book- The Mirror and The Light. 900 pages and was much anticipated prior to Covid. A very much coveted Princess Mary! Though I can’t imagine her in the same historical light- phantom pregnancies, catholic fervor- dear old unsightly Mary. Not today anyhow! I glance over my son’s story and advice him not to make comments at the end even if the story is in first person narrative- present participant tense. “Let the reader decide that these chains of events are gruesome and never wished to be repeated again!” The advice falls on deaf ears! He runs away from me.

I repeat  a mantra “Et Portare Super Vos Tacebitis!” Sounds terribly pompous but current! “Keep calm and carry on!”  in Latin! My daughter repeats after me “Et Portare Super Vos Tacebitis!”

In the night, my husband is amorous as before the previous nights.  The sky is granite grey, my son was right.  Mr Trump has recovered fully from his covid stint with all the medical advances at his disposal. No doubt the politics is about to get uglier again.

I fall asleep and dream of flocks of white larks of my childhood, pecking on our corns and wheat.  My mother fretting about the immanent radiation poisoning from the Chernobyl explosion almost across the border! Have I turned into my mother? Finally?