Today we drove 54 miles each way to Dartmouth High School. It was raining hard for most of the trip. As we approached Providence (Rhode Island)(before re-entering Massachusetts), traffic got very heavy which made no sense at all. I mean — it’s a weekend. There isn’t a lot of Cape Cod or business traffic, so what’s with the jam up? We bumped into heavy traffic last time too and were equally baffled by it. We had left extra time so we were a quarter of an hour early. Perfect.
The rain more or less stopped for a little while, but by the time we got to the high school, it was pouring. I decided to wait in the car. it was wet and that kind of cold and damp that does ugly things to my spine and the rest of the arthritis. Now that I have a iPhone, when there’s nothing else to do, I can read the news. I get the New York Times and the Washington Post (virtual) and bits and pieces from Apple and other services, especially CBS-TV. As a result, I’m really well-informed. I don’t remember reading this much news ever. When Garry was working, he used to read three newspapers a day and on Sundays, all he did was read newspaper and watch sports. It’s a miracle we managed to get and stay married.
So there we were. Garry went in to get his second and presumably the final, part of his COVID-19 vaccination. He returned about half an hour later and waved a big yellow piece of paper at me. “CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE BEEN VACCINATED!”
One down, two to go. I get my first little stab on Monday. While I was waiting for Garry to get finished, CVS texted me 9 times, each text identical and each reminding me I’m getting vaccinated on Monday. I found myself yelling at the phone “YES I KNOW, I KNOW.” I really know. And it gives me hope.
Who imagined that vaccinations would become such a hot topic of conversation in our latter years?