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Things that Make You Cranky

March 27, 2021

Write something.

Start by thinking that it is beautiful outside. And cool, with a brisk wind. The daffodils are swinging in the breeze. Start by thinking that this would be a delightful way to start a post.

Go to turn on the computer so you can write this and spill your tea. A good half a cup of it  slowly drifts across the table toward all the important electronics that people have stowed there: your son’s fancy, treasured headphones. Your daughter’s professional camera that she bought with her own money after working at a trendy pizza restaurant last summer. The ancient iPad, that your son is now using because his phone is broken in a big way.

About the phone?

His old one: very broken. Half the screen is dark. He is 16. This is a crisis.

He finds a reasonable replacement with the added bonus that, “Mom! It is 5G!” This means nothing to you. Who cares about the 5G? But he is so excited, and his new phone arrives in the mail yesterday from a trusted seller on Swappa. You have had such good luck with Swappa. You buy all your replacement phones and devices there. You have even used this seller before!

Except somehow, this particular phone was reported as lost or stolen, so Verizon won’t activate it. Your son has been so anxious to get this phone. Your husband takes time off work to drive him to the Verizon store to see if they can sort it out. Continue Reading…

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Hope in a Covid Vaccine

March 20, 2021

 

Where we waited for 15 minutes after receiving our vaccines, just to make sure that no one had an allergic reaction.

Sometimes I cry at strange times that surprise me. Like, I am totally not prepared for the tears that suddenly well up. Where do they even come from?

Today, I joined a line of dozens of other people at the Placer County Fairgrounds Events Center hall, a place where in the summer they set up tables that display people’s best jams and quilts, photographs and ceramics projects.  Maybe animals are shown here, too: the prize winning sheep, hogs, goats.

We queued up politely, patiently waited our turns, and were directed, one by one, to tables where we received our Covid vaccinations. I got my second shot today, a Pfizer one. I qualified for the vaccine on two different fronts: as a massage therapist, I’m a healthcare professional. And since I’ve been substitute teaching, I qualified through that as well.

I sat down at table eight. The entire process took about thirty seconds. The nurse confirmed my name, confirmed that I was getting my second dose of the Pfizer shot (since there were tables where you could get your Moderna vaccine, too). Then said, “Congratulations. Congratulations.”

Well. That did it. Right in the middle of the Events Center hall. There were my tears. Continue Reading…