80-year-old Lone Hertz tells in his påskehilsen brutally honest about being older actor in a corona-time
Everyone asks everyone: “What are you doing in the easter holidays – and with whom?”
I’m not at all reached easter yet. I’m bad enough reached the corona. I think only of scabies.
I have been infected in a continuation school, God help me!!!
I, a still hard-working ‘stand-upper with substance’, as I call myself. I, a still hearty, good-thinking woman of over 80 get a disease without knowing it – and without that it is associated with pleasure!
Where are the man!
Fortunately, I am alone – as I always am – but my eremitliv right now goes to take the pills, which, paradoxically, is not to find. Ruinous expensive pills against these nasty mites under the skin which makes me itch and itch, and, therefore, requires, that I oil and grease from top to toe twice daily.
I switch all kinds of clothes. I wash continuously for a total of 60 degrees. I spritter all surfaces. Vacuum all furniture. Yes, I suck the whole house up in all the hooks EVERY day in spite of the chronic back injury that prohibits me to stoop and carry heavy things.
But, what should I do? I have no one to help me. I, like all in my adult age, duty-insulated.
No, I can assure of, I am not thinking of easter. And not in the corona. Only in scabies.
finally reached easter. And I have been fnatfri. And I’ve got set up a program for the day.
Not for fear of coronaen – for when you have reached 80, then you HAVE taken a position to the death – oh, I simply must have rules in order not to crumble away.
I have a five years older sister at the nursing home. She came six years ago for practical reasons to be closer to his children.
The first few years muntrede she the other residents up, bought for them, was fun and entertaining.
Now, seated herself in the wheelchair, is isolated and only up to four hours a day. She can’t speak. She has crumbled away. It is not good to isolate people.
At the government mon it?
I have neither the inclination, time or afford to crumble. I’m an actor and lives to say the words, to be able to learn by heart, to remember, to be able to talk a floor up, to be able to move fairly freely on a scene – everything that an actor must be able to provide after the director’s wishes.
Therefore, I want every day, doing my back exercises, ride at my fitness machine, slurp ginger tea and take my sea of tablets. I will put me in my open havedør shrouded in kæmpekåbe and sing songs as I can memorize, for the conservation of the vote.
Then I will exert myself at one of my lectures or read aloud to myself, by H. C. Andersen for the ‘small grås’s fault. I will do everything that bored me to death, because it is a duty, and, therefore, necessary for an adult actor like me, IF I will not end up in nursing homes.
I then reached for today’s happy highlight: to be ‘aired’.
I water all the pots in the courtyard, wandering out to buy food, fetch my newspaper, while I adhere to mother Mette’s objectives.
I have gloves on, keeps stopping spritter hands, and sometimes for safety’s sake spritter I also the gloves – and I will send a timid smile to all from the neighborhood, as I deftly skates over.
I’m buying gifts for my grandchildren and going to their open altandør and waving with a sad ‘hungerhjerte’.
I am the ‘Palle alone in the world’ without the children, grandchildren and in-law.
to cheer myself up is my drugs to watch all the reruns, which I otherwise never would treatment. Read in visdomsbogen ‘The new Testament’, which HAVE long since warned us, listen to classical music and audiobook.
I send greeting to my sister via plejehjemmets telephone. Just as I along the same path trying to reach my son at 54 years of age, who do not have spoken language, and which is isolated on the matchless, manifold Egmonthøjskole.
I have to know, how he basically has it, I have to start my car and drive to Jutland. We sit in the car for an hour and write together. In this way I will know his thoughts and can advise. It is necessary, I’m his mother and legal guardian, and it gives peace. When he slams the car door and goes into isolation, the sprints again, I am against Copenhagen.
I had some projects to work on at easter, but I’ve just written two new lectures, as I have already rehearsing: ‘MY Faith – and YOURS!’ And a lecture on handicapliv: ‘Gi’ us some hope!’
More new repertoire would be unwise.
I owe in fact some publishers to write a biography. But in the same way, as you can not just order a faith with the Lord, so you can’t pr. the takeaway obtain inspiration. I have to ‘wait for Godot’, until a seed is sown, and something sprouting.
So, no new projects.
having tea out normally, I will first repeat what I right here have outlined.
For it is no corona-burden, but just the everyday: ‘An actor’s work with himself’.
Then I will treat myself to knock at the doors of the grandchildren, children and in-law and kiss them.
I will visit my sister at the nursing home and read fairy tales for her.
I want to go to Jutland to my son, and speak into the bottom.
And, damn it, so I will keep my cancelled lecture and hopefully get the fees with the home.
And I will do EVERYTHING in high spirits and with great joy in the heart – so:
Lone Hertz, easter 2020
