I’m not at all Irish, but my M is. The M stands for Murph, so yes, he’s pretty green.
Happy St Patricks’s to all the Irish, and the Irish at heart. 🙂
I haven’t written much about the Moderna jabs, the second of which I got almost two weeks ago.
While vaccine accessibility has been slow in some parts of Canada, initially owing to delays in shipments but also to what now seems like, from here anyway, a decided lack of organisation, in other parts it has been efficient and fast.
Some of this has been surprising. I work in the Northwest Territories, and we deal with enormous distances and a lot of the time, very scary weather where even the snowmen take shelter. If distribution can be streamlined here, then I would think it should be easier in places that don’t have to deal much with weather and distance.
As to the vaccine reaction, yes, I did get one. It lasted about 36 hours after my second shot, but it was eased by ibuprofen, lots of ice cream, really silly movies and naps. Basically, I felt like I had the flu. My husband, M, had a very minor reaction – he said that if he was still working, it wouldn’t have prevented him from going. Almost all of my employees, regardless of age, had reactions ranging from “what shot?” to “just let me crawl away and moan.” Everyone bounced back quickly though.
As far as I’m concerned, the reaction I had is loads better than getting coronavirus or inadvertently spreading it.
But, (there’s always one of these, right?) there’s been a lot of confusion around the Astra-Zeneca. That’s not surprising. This is a novel virus, and tons of data, on a world-wide level, keeps informing us of how this vaccine (and others) is functioning. When our patience for this pandemic is dropping by the micro-second, it’s hard to hang on to it while the research types keep trying to do their best to help us. We have to remember to do ours.
How is it in your area? Are you satisfied with the timeline and how the vaccine distribution has been organised?
And if you have had a shot or shots, how did you do? Any reaction? Or, are you at all concerned about getting the vaccine?
The Holler is blooming and I am home to photograph it for a change, so I am going to post a series on Holler flowers, starting with these beauties. …Blooming Holler ~
Spring is on its way, but in your part of the world, it might not quite be there yet. However, Cindy Knoke’s Holler has sprung! Please enjoy these lovely blooms courtesy of Cindy’s photographic talents. 🙂
I love spring and summer …
… and this picture reminds me of a lovely, sunny day from last July.
I hope you have a Good Friday and a good weekend. 🙂
I have been looking for signs …
… of a loosening, of a collapsing of cold, of a melting.
And there have been. Warmer temperatures have started, and while they are for now frequently driven out by the colder ones, eventually they will dominate, at least for a while.
I was very pleased to see this icicle a few mornings ago. Such a good sign.
Happy mid-week. 🙂
Last week, an interesting thing happened. I came home from work, dropped off my bag and proceeded to clear the latest snow deposits from my steps. For good measure, I added some salt, as there were a few small ice patches here and there.
I was looking forward to a lovely meal from my wonderful M. He was making chicken pasta with mushrooms, and the aroma, particularly upon entering from the frigid outside environs, was especially enticing.
I went inside again, dropped off the shovel and picked up the garbage to take it outside.
As I turned to go down the steps, I managed to find and slip on the only bit of unsalted ice at the head of the stairs, and slammed my teeth together as both feet went out from under me and I whacked the edge of the first step on my way down.
Sliding and banging, I managed to hit the edge of all seven of them with my back and ribs, accompanied by glancing butt hits on the stair treads.
When I came to a stop, I could tell there was some damage, but I wasn’t sure which part I should moan about first.
My M came bursting through the door, as he had heard me fall.
Back inside, I started to note the injury: bruised ribs and spine and an overall sense of having been jarred, hard, especially my teeth. And later, I discovered a broken tail bone. All things considered, it could have been worse. But the thing that sticks out the most is how I tried to grab the doorbell to save myself. What the hell was I going to do with that??
All’s well that ends well, I suppose, especially on the part that ends with my rear. I’ve always been a bit of a pain in the ass, so I guess it’s only fair that the sentiment has been returned, literally.
Happy weekend, and may you always land on your feet. 🙂
I grew up next to the Atlantic Ocean. Its profoundly salty tone and scent suffuses all aspects of life within and nearby with an overarching awareness of the primordial melting pot that connects all of us.
For me, this picture from photographer Vincenzo Mazza activated a strong sense of home, which is unusual as I’ve never felt much homesickness. I left “home” at a very young age and have spent the vast majority of my life in many other places. Home became more about my life’s people than about a place. But the ocean has a way of imbuing your blood, I think.
I have visited Iceland a number of times, and its ocean geography does remind me of “home.”
Do you feel homesick from time to time?
Happy Friday. 🙂
NOTE: This post contains slideshows and if you are reading it on your phone, it may be best viewed direct from the SITE, rather than in the READER. The world is kind of a hard scrabble free-for-all right now, as greed and the lust for power seem to be clouding the judgement of many, often […]Help Clear the Way — PhotoBlography3
My blog-friend Allan, who lives just outside of Edmonton, Alberta, makes some very simple, but very effective points in his photo-post, “Help Clear the Way.” Please click on the link to read the full piece.
I hope that wherever you are, you are safe, you are well, and whether alone or in a bubble, you are contented.