As is my semi-regular habit I awoke in the early hours of the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I went to the living room and poured myself a large glass of water and looked at my phone and then read more of Life After Life. I’d not read in a while, so it felt good.
After a couple of hours and more glasses of water I went to bed to read a little more and suddenly realized I was very happy. It could have been the water — perhaps I was very dehydrated. It could have been the reading. Perhaps it was having gotten out of the house yesterday. Whatever it was, it was delightful.
When I awoke a second time, this time at a more reasonable hour, I still felt happy.
Another delightful thought is that as of 12:30 pm I am fully vaccinated. While I received my second dose on the 29th, today marks the end of my two week waiting period. And as of 2:00 pm the CDC stated that fully vaccinated people can lose their masks in most cases, inside and out.*
The peony bloomed. That’s a delight!
*This is a double-edged sword of a delight. It goes without saying that many, if not most, anti-vaxers are likely to also be anti-maskers and since no one knows if they are vaccinated or not, they might not wear masks either. This is a problem for children (who at this time cannot be vaccinated) and many other people including those who are immunocompromised. While I understand that the CDC is only stating facts and is not a policy making organization, hopefully individual jurisdictions and businesses will either keep the mask policy or require anyone who doesn’t want to wear a mask to show proof of vaccination.
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.
This morning I decided that today was the day I went to Costco. No more procrastinating.
I don’t know if it was that resolution or the fact that the sun was shining brightly when I brought in my Hungry Harvest delivery, but as I picked up my HH box I surprised myself by singing “It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood.” Aloud. In my pajamas. Embarrassing, but delightful.
The trip to Costco, while not delightful, was not dreadful.
Also, it was an awesome hair day.
Dinner was also delightful. I’d planned on making dill pickle soup, but instead made spaghetti and meatballs, a fantastic salad and a bread platter with prosciutto, anchovies, capers and Stracchino cheese.
Bookgroup (via Zoom) was delightful as well.
Oh, and Dean received a prestigious award from work.