Another day is rolling in, and I woke up early ‘feeling empty’ because there are fewer noises outside. Our dogs slept through without barking in the middle of the nights.
Having a cup of coffee for it is my favourite drink in the early hours of the morning. Checking emails, text messages and facebooks if there is an urgent job such as food shopping, bill,s or picking medicines for the persons I am supporting. Many supermarkets open later and closing up before 9p,m so I head out to the first closest supermarket in Claudelands, Hamilton City. It is close to a few of the people I need to check on them.
How quiet on the highway road from our home in the rural area to the city!
It is a bit strange out there because, in the early hours of the morning, it was hardy two or three people walking down the road and four cars passing by. Stopping at the traffic lights near the supermarket, I noticed two fellas for I know them who are low incomes and one of them has a mental illness. His support person’s face is full of gang’s tattoo – Mongrel Mob as he is okay to me. They saw me in the car and waved with a smiling face and gave thumb signs – good while I passed them.
Before arriving in the car park, I noticed a few people waiting in the line within 2 metres apart from the entrance double sliding doors while security officers wore masks and counted per persons. The limit of per persons is 50 people are allowed to enter inside the building. I found a car park to park my trusty car and walked over to the waiting line. The waiting time was not as long as I entered the building and started doing food groceries. Many of the staff wore masks and gloves everywhere, including there were plenty of hand sanitisers at the front entrance and every checkout counters.
Foods and drinks products on the shelves are more or less empty than last time. Before the lockdown, there were madness where many people started to panic and did the grocery. Now it is calm, BUT some product of foods or drinks are not on the shelves for the persons I am supporting, including us. Rats! There was no flour for us to do baking because my partner wants to do the baking for two of us during the lockdown and if I am working through. I know there is one place which will be handy on my last stop before heading home.
Done the first lot of groceries and head over to Couplands where they are selling loaves of bread, buns, cakes, muffins and so on. Rain falling down nicely while I drive on. Arriving at the car park as it was not so full and entering the Couplands building was no hassle. Bought several loaves of bread, and while I was waiting at the checkout, I noticed something amusing to laugh a bit. The young checkout lady was watching every person who entering the entrance, and first-person came, failed to wash their hands. She growled at this person, “minster, you need to wash your hand. Please, and there is a warning sign up on the window.” Follow the same pattern, there were four more people came through the door. I spoke to the checkout lady for I did not bring the bag, and I will return the basket and wiped down before leaving here. I did this as the double doors closed while the security officer noticed and took the basket to the checkout lady.
Head out to the last shop for I know where to buy a large bag of flour.
Finally dropping off each person’s groceries on the way home before the last stop at a Deaf elderly with speech-impaired and CP’s home. A quick chat into a long chat over the need to visit the path lab and his hospital appointment etc with his boarder. He already had his breakfast so no-no for his blood test today. I told the boarder that they will need to go to the Path lab on Monday next week.
Finally hit the road onward home back to the rural area where our dogs and my partner were pleased to see me home safely. A short break for lunch, I followed up emails, messages until the messages via Facebook interrupted. Another Deaf man wants some help with literacy in regarding his job as a paper delivery. Quick read three letters from his boss, explained to the Deaf man for he was outside the petrol station because his home and no other income to pay the wifi/broadband network. This is one of the barriers for him as a Deaf man with low literacy NEEDS access through wifi/broadband at home but his income was no match for the cost. Hopefully, I can come up with an idea but I can not do this due to the work contract.
A kind email from a brother of the Deaf elderly speech-impaired and CP, came through with a grateful thank you for my job under essential service.
This is my daily work today so far.
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