Almost Forgot

Yesterday was the third anniversary of the creation of this blog site. I almost forgot to celebrate because it was also the date of another thing to celebrate.

My husband and I finally we’re able to find a spot on the hospital’s website to schedule our first COVID vaccinations.

It was quite a production winding through an orange cone maze like you were at Disneyland, only in your car. They had all kinds of people checking to make sure you were scheduled, you were you, what your temperature was, what you were allergic to, and then you finally made it to the garage where they let you roll in for your vaccination. Then they gave you a fifteen minute timer and sent you out of the garage to wait in the parking lot. If you had a violent reaction or the timer went off you were supposed to honk your horn and the sheriff’s deputy who was working would come check on you. Fortunately, we only had to honk when the timer expired!

So far so good…..our second one is in three weeks. Jim is so hoping being vaccinated will allow him to be maskless, but that doesn’t appear to be likely yet. I think he would have had them tattoo his forehead as VACCINATED in big red letters if he could just lose the mask. But numbers of cases are dropping and vaccinations are being given so I remain optimistic that the light at the end of the tunnel is NOT a train!

While I’m talking to you, I have to vetch a little. I am very tired of everyone, especially certain government employees, using COVID as an excuse for lousy customer service. This morning we went to the Post Office. I had eight packages to send – fruits of my spinning, weaving, knitting and crocheting labors.

When I walked in the lobby side door there were seven people in front of me. After almost ten minutes, no one had come out of the inner sanctum. The guy at the front of the line walked up and tried the door. It didn’t open. He started pounding on it -then walked out. I hadn’t realized that everyone was waiting for it to open. It was after nine and was supposed to open at eight- thirty. People started pounding on other doors. No response.

Now, I know some of you are kindhearted and worried that something bad had happened to the postal workers within – that they had been prevented from opening on time to serve the waiting taxpayers by some homicidal maniac upset over their Christmas packages still being undelivered. Nope. We could hear laughing from behind the post office box bank. Lots of laughing. It sounded like a real celebration. It reminded me I’d forgotten to celebrate my blog anniversary yesterday. I don’t know if or when the downtown Post Office opened today. I went to Pakmail where a friendly young man smiled with his eyes and cheerfully dispatched my parcels!

Only in a COVID universe would we put up with this garbage…but hopefully that’s going to change soon! Keep washing your hands. Wear your masks. Get your vaccinations and pray unceasingly for this to end.

Can you feel the virtual hugs I keep sending you?