Yellow Crocuses

Yellow Crocuses

These little yellow flowers are another bright sign of spring, after a particularly long, dark and cold winter. We have weathered a year of pandemic, but being newly vaccinated, we now look forward to the year to come. We look forward to traveling again. I’m looking forward to getting a haircut. We’ve made our first dentist appointment in more than a year. I’m ready to shed my hermit’s rags and get back out into the world again. Some patience is still required though. An internet search revealed that a two-week wait is required, before the vaccine takes effect and a full four-weeks are needed for full potency. So, I guess I’m going to miss spring break again this year. I so much wanted to party in Gulf Shores. In the meantime, I look forward to plotting and planning my return to society. What to do? Where to go? Who to see?

Artichoke Annie

Road Closed—Open to Abutters Only

Well, she is feeling better today. She even lost a pound or two, just by lying on the couch, but I wouldn’t recommend it though. After Thursday’s mini road trip and vaccination, Friday was a pretty low-res kind of day. About the title? On the way to Columbia and back, we passed Artichoke Annie’s Antique Mall. Plus there was Auntie Annie’s bake shop in the mall. Just smelling it felt fattening.

I tried comforting her, but I only ended up annoying her. Letting her sleep all day seemed like the best medicine. That and playing sulcate¹ in Scrabble. Using all seven of my letter, letting the S do double duty and scoring a whopping 91 points. I say hit them while they’re down. This is Scrabble after all.

The photo is of a sign we saw in Boston. It was on a cul-de-sac there. It could have just said road closed to local traffic only or some such, but they had to get all fancy and use the word abutter², which is not some kind of a-hole,

  1. Marked with parallel grooves. “the margin is often sulcate”
  2. The owner of an adjoining property

2 Seniors Shot in Columbia Mall

Hit Me With Your Best Shot, Fire Away

Fortunately, they were only flesh wounds. Actually, there were way more than two. It was like an old folks convention. So, I’m not throwing away my shot… Ba-da-da-dum! Yes, we got vaccinated. We drove the two hours to Columbia to get our vaccines, because our governor doesn’t want to provide vaccines to anywhere near where black people live. We got the J&J one dose shot, officially the Janssen vaccine. It is supposed to be effective after one week, with full potency after four. The vaccination site comprised three empty storefronts in the Columbia Mall, one check-in room and two vaccination rooms. I was faster with my paperwork than Anne, so as I waited around for the extra twenty minutes after my shot, I wondered where she had gone. Had she chickened out at the last moment? No, she was in the other vaccination room, as I discovered when I joined her there. The drive out was easy, we arrived way too early, but on the return run, we ran into Saint Louis rush-hour traffic. We hit our five-minute vaccination window on the dot, but as I learned later, they were kind of loosie-goosy about punctuality. We could have gotten our shots earlier and skipped the traffic altogether. They turned away walkups, except those with a good story. On the drive back, I first thought that I has soreness in my shot arm, but later decided it had more to do with holding the steering wheel for four hours. Last night, Anne developed some flu-like symptoms and is still laid low.