Close to Nowhere

The COVID-19 pandemic has been among us for a year now. I remember thinking that a month, six weeks tops and I was sure that life would be back to normal. I was sure it would be an awful time, but we could do it!

And we’ve done it. And it was an awful time. And it will continue to be an awful time until it’s truly over.

But we, as Americans, have also done well. We’ve persevered and we’re still standing.

Now, there are vaccines and at least all us old people are getting our shots, and teachers and medical personnel, and soon everyone who wants a vaccination shot will have one.

All this is leading up to the fact that I got my second shot last Friday. The first shot made my arm a little sore. I was warned by many folks, including the nurse who gave me the second shot, that this one would be worse. Nurse Pat was down for two days after her shot.

So, when I woke up Saturday morning I expected to feel really, really bad. I was so surprised when I didn’t. Then about lunch time I thought I was dying. I was sure of it.

I realize that a lot of people have had varying degrees of the virus. Some didn’t even know they had it. Others were seriously ill and had to be hospitalized. Approximately a half million Ameri cans have died. And many were just sick enough to be totally miserable.

Saturday, I gained a whole new respect for everyone who had it and lived though it.

Sunday morning, I was surprised to wake up. Then I sat up and realized I felt perfectly fine. Except for the sore arm, I was just feeling normal. I can’t even express how grateful I was.

Fridays haven’t been good at my house lately. The previous Friday, son Kris called me at dialysis and said the refrigerator people had called and were on their way with our new fridge.

We knew that they had given up trying to fix it and had also decided the new part we were waiting on was never going to come.

The warranty people had said they were going to call and let us know when the new one was coming. Then, as usual, we never heard from them again.

That’s until they called and said they’d be there in a half hour with the new one. And I wasn’t home.

Kris managed admirably. He got the old one emptied before they got there and when I got home, the new one was loaded with all our stuff.

It’s kind of weird now. This new one just hums right along. It dispenses ice when asked, and the freezer isn’t freezing totally over. The old one is sitting on my front porch. All the new parts are sitting in boxes in my living room

I almost can’t wait to see what happens next Friday.