I recall through many photos while cleaning up any identical images from the Cloud Drive storage. April is here, and May will come within a few weeks, and I saw this photo. This photo reminded me of where it was taken during the Lockdown Level 4 rolled to Level 3 in 2020.
A few days, I was helping the Deaf man (Stephen – not real name) to install the new free wifi modem, but there was a problem with the connection to his mobile. I was not allowed to enter his flat as a deaf essential worker. There were guidelines from the MOH (Ministry of Health) and the approved details when working or helping other invalid people, people with disabilities, during the Lockdown. I signed to Stephen outside his flat within 2 metres, and I tried to figure out the problem with his connection. NOTE: a free modems were under the Government Funding through COVID via Social Service where I worked. Thank you, Skinny Jump, for provided modem to any low-income families, including people with disabilities, so they can pay $5 per data of the Gb each month.
I decided to contact someone I know through Hamilton West School, and he is an IT person. His name is Duoiane, and he did the network connection job here when Peter and I moved from Hamilton to Eureka in 2014. Duoiane was happy to assist with the modem connection to the mobile. The day before this photo was taken, it was a bad day because my dead tooth cracked, and it was so bloody painful even the night before. I made the booking through the Facebook message to my Dentist the day before the photo was taken. Note: my dead tooth had been around, so a long time, over 20 years and this tooth refused to pull out even I do not have any pain until 2020.
The next day, I headed out to the Dentist first thing in the morning. I waited outside until the staff checked my temperature reading and filled out the particular form under the Lockdown. We went inside the building and started the process of removing the cracked tooth. The Dentist staff tried to remove by using three different sizes of piler/clamps. Finally, the broken tooth out then, followed by a numb check and a jaw. I found it hard when I tried to talk; never mind, there is always sign language.
Off to pick up the modem and a couple mobiles from Stephen and speak in sign language outside his flat. He worried how long it will take to reset or re-fix, and I told him that the IT person lives on the other side of the lake. Maybe a couple hours or so! I headed over to the other side of the lake and texted Duoiane to say I am at their driveway gate. I walked up to his front door, and his wife greeted me at the porch within 2 metres of social distances. I placed a modem, a couple mobiles and details of the server and password on the table in the patio area.
I walked back to my car as it was a sunny day while nursing my left side of my face. That goodness, I took a couple pain relief!
Admiring the side of the lake, colourful leaves falling down, while the cold airbrushing along with the trees. And everyone who walked along the footpath. I felt the cold and sharp wind against my body while the sun shining on me. The colourful leaves were yellow, reddish, and brownish, lay on the footpath reminded me that Autumn was here. Yes, it was Autumn time, for I recalled during the Lockdown 4 and 3 in 2020.
A poem – To Autumn by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Life in Eureka 