Day 268: Another Vaccination and Chat with Clare

This morning I received my second shingles vaccination. While the side-effects were not delightful, the feeling of having all my old lady vaccinations done is.

I had a delightfully long (2 hour) phone call with Clare last night. Among other things, we discussed the CDC’s new mask guidelines and agreed that we thought it was wrong and too early. I, however, pointed out that the CDC is not a policymaking organization, but one that provides guidelines based on science. Clare reminded me that the CDC did make a judgment call back at the beginning of the pandemic when masks were in short supply and we were encouraged to not wear them so the hospitals and first responders had enough. She suggested that the CDC could have done the same this time by not posting the new guidelines that masks are unnecessary for fully vaccinated people. The CDC is not filled with stupid people and it has to have known that antivaxers might take advantage of the fact that it is impossible to know if someone is vaccinated or not by just looking at them.

In the end we agreed that everyone needs to be critical thinkers. And we’ll continue to wear masks for the time being.

Day 260: Mother’s Day

It was a delightful Mother’s Day this year. Clare called around 2:30 and Andrew and Alex stopped by shortly after that. We all had a nice chat until Clare needed to get back to work.

Andrew and Alex helped plant a spiderwort (at least I think that’s what it is) that Anne Pemberton gave me this morning. We also pulled mugwort out of the bed where it was trying to take over.

We ordered from our favorite Korean restaurant, House of Milae, and for dessert had pastries that Andrew and Alex picked up at Breads Unlimited.

Andrew gave me a spiral ginger plant. They also gave me a copy of Amanda Gorman’s poem that she read at the Inauguration. Alex gave me calming tea she created.

At one point during the evening I saw a text from Clare asking if I’d seen her video. I figured I’d wait until Andrew and Alex left before checking it out. Then Dean checked his phone and showed us the video. Clare recorded herself singing the chorus of Dan Bern’s Jerusalem!

This was a memorable Mother’s Day. The only thing missing was Clare, but she nearly made up for her absence.

Addendum to the Last Post: Daughter’s New Job

As I wrote the last post I kept thinking that I needed to remember to add something about my daughter’s new job, but I ended up not including it. That’s just as well because it really needed a post of its own.

Pretty much ever since my daughter moved to Olympia she had her sights set on working for a non-profit organization called GRuB (Garden-Raised Bounty). She worked as an intern there for a couple of years and applied for a position at GRuB several times over the past few years. Over the past year she had a temporary position at GRuB doing several things including updating the website and posting on the organizations various social media pages.

GRuB finally offered her a non-temp position as the grants coordinator. This is such a wonderful opportunity, not only because she’s now working for an organization she admires, but she’ll have lots of experience with grant writing, something she’s done for her current position at a second-hand bookstore.

This move is not without some angst because she loves working at bookstores and considers herself a “bookslinger” at heart.

I’m so proud that she persevered and will be working at a place she loves.

Days 168 – 176: A Whole Lot of Nothing

I think this covid shit has finally worn me down. I’ve not been visited by many delights — or maybe I have and I have not recognized them. I’ve been sad and angry many of these days, although there have been a few bright spots.

In no particular order some contenders for delights:

  • Andrew and Alex joined us for Superbowl Sunday and a chili dinner (and a Zoom chat with Alex’s folks)
  • I’ve had some nice chats with Clare
  • We met with some friendly folks from a landscaping company about our backyard.
  • The temperature got to 50° one day
  • The snow was pretty one day with 2-inch flakes
  • I think I am starting to like tofu
  • Cocktails:
    • Orange Blossom
    • Old Fashioned
  • Netflix binges:
    • Emily in Paris
    • Firefly Lane
  • Books:

Day 66: My Daughter the Author

In today’s mail we received the second issue of Oak Journal, a self-described anti-civilization journal. I would have never heard of this journal had Clare not published an article focusing on plastic words in the most recent issue.

I was already delightfully proud of my amazing and talented firstborn. This article only increased that pride. I would likely have been proud of her had I not understood the article, however it was very well-written and even a lay-person like myself could comprehend the entire article. That’s good, because that’s sort of what the article was about — using language that is understandable, not vague or pliable — not plastic.

Plastic words, such as management and development mean many different things in many different situations, so much so that they end up meaning nothing at all, although they sound authoritative in their various contexts.

In the article, Clare goes deeper into discussing a few of the plastic words and the different ways in which they are used. She not only discusses the problem, but proposes a few solutions.

From what I understand, some of the other authors in this issue of Oak Journal are renowned in their fields. For instance, John Zerzan is listed as an American author (and anarchist) on Wikipedia. I’ve not read any of the other articles, but I will.

And I will reread Clare’s. It’s likely I won’t see her until one of us feels safe to get on an airplane again, which may not be for at least another six months. It’s already been 10 months since we were together. I miss her. She’s one of the biggest joys in my life.

Day 16: Labor Day

Labor Day has often been problematic for me. It usually meant I was either a student or teacher who was returning to school the next day or had recently returned to school. I never much liked school — it had other people there and other people scared me most of my life. More recently, September meant spend-down and many of the projects on which I worked put off accessibility until they knew they had leftover money that they had to spend before the end of the fiscal year. It was a VERY busy month.

This year I had no school to return to nor a potentially busy month, so the day was not much different than any other day, making it, if not delightful, not dreadful.

Husband went kayaking for most of the day again, so the house was, again, mine for several hours. I spent it cleaning out my dresser which does not sound like a delightful task, but it ended up being just that. Without discarding any of my clothes, I will no longer have to swap winter/summer clothes again because I organized all my dresser clothes in my dresser + the empty drawer under my side of the bed. The closet is next!

Other delights today:

  • It was a delightful day, weather-wise
  • Clare’s being published (more on that later — it deserves its own post)