My phone, being smart and all, has been creating a notification that tells me I have some memories stored on it for this day a year ago, or two years, or many years.
The pictures it is showing are of our trip to Coffs Harbour one year, and Melbourne another year.
It serves as a reminder, but I wonder if those that came up with the idea might have considered that some people might not want to be reminded of events and places in the past.
Like now, when we are forced to stay at home and not travel because of the pandemic. More and more this pandemic is impinging on us living what we might call normal life, thinking nothing of getting on a plane and going someplace else, other than home.
Of course, there are those who wrap this desire up in a package called ‘human rights’ and then go out to protest the fact we cannot do these things, failing to realise in their selfishness that we are in a pandemic, the virus hasn’t gone away, and it takes very little to create a second, or third, or even a fourth wave.
Perhaps I’m old enough to understand that rights aren’t been trampled, and it’s just a matter of prevention is better than cure. Now, that prevention has managed to make our country safe enough to travel we are being offered incentives to travel within our own country, and in a small measure revive the economy.
I don’t think I will be. Not yet, anyway. Not until there is a larger roll out of the vaccine, and we don’t have the sporadic fires caused by people coming back from overseas. And of course there are the variants that the current vaccines are not so effective against.
So, enough of the bad news.
The good news, we can now travel if we want to.
And until then, it’s not a bad thing my smartphone is going to keep sending me gentle reminders of what it was like in another lifetime.