It’s really ok if it ends up being September in the US. BC has a rational, not overpromised vax plan. He’s basing that hope on the current US vaccine manufacturing deadlines. If I got back unvaxed, I’d have to wait till August or Sept. The SO hopes I can get fully vaccinated in the US in May before I return home. Only 8% of the US is currently fully vaccinated. So, I think things have gone rather well. But she has had no fever, muscle pain, tiredness, or any other listed side effects. By 36 hrs, the red and swelling was 6″ in diameter around the site. She said it felt like someone punched her in the arm. It was 14 degrees colder and rained the day after so, we were blessed to have a fine warmish day.Īfter 24 hrs Gran’s injections site was red and swollen. And then there was getting home and settled again. That’s what it’s like dealing with someone in their 90s. To reach the pharmacy less than 1 mile away at 4 pm, we had to start at 2:30 pm. Gran got her second Moderna vaccine shot on Tuesday afternoon. I mean, it’d be rude, even un-Christian, not to try it and let them know how it was, right? So yeah, good faith efforts hopefully leads to a faith that’s good. I’m still debating cracking open the nigori my neighbor gifted us, for paying for the tree trimming. An exception made for the small amount cocoa in the Red Velvet Cake Gran made for me for a belated Valentine’s Day. So I gave up booze and all forms of chocolate. In fact, the hardest part this year was finding things to give up. Of course if you’re not of Welsh extraction, you’ll have to find your own excuses.Įven in our celebrations, we didn’t actually break Lent. Really, given how much the pandemic has taken away, I think a few celebratory holidays were warranted. For the record, we also celebrate St Patrick’s too, 2 weeks after, because St Patrick was Welsh, even though his mission field was Ireland and people forget he wasn’t an Irish person. I suppose it might seem a kind of cheating on Lent, to break it up with a 3-day fete of Welsh holidays. And the SO, had arranged for Les Amis du Fromage to send me and my folks some Welsh cheeses, so St David’s was followed by a good St Non’s (David’s mum) and St Chad’s (David’s best bud, disciple). I shipped out batches of Welsh cakes overnight UPS on Monday, St David’s Day, to my parents and SO. The perfect backdrop making Welsh favorites, like cawl, or leek soup, or Welsh cakes, or bara brith. But now the garden is full of bursting yellow daffodils and bearded irises. The white petals of the ornamental pears beyond the windows had been mostly blown down in snowy drifts by the end of February. This weekend Gran and I spent time in the kitchen.

The Extra Man by Indra Anderson