I am wondering if I might be among the first civilians to be eligible for the covid 19 inoculations? .Do I come under the heading “ elderly “. If I get the
shot or shots, if you need two, but no one around me gets them for months,what happens .What are the ethics involved. ? Do I stay here and get the vaccine. Do I have to register in Florida to get it. Enquiring minds would like to know. I
think I will still have to protect myself. I don’t even know what I will do when I can again go out into the world. There are a lot of “ things “ that I have found that I can live without. To occupy time, I haven’t used my time to learn
a new skill. I thought that I would, but I get distracted easily. I read book that are not that meaningful or insightful.
Mindless is a better description. I do play my ukulele. The same songs over and over because I like them . I even played Happy Birthday into my son’s
answering machine on his birthday. I take twice a day walks with Dixie. We have a routine. I am trying to get a few lbs off of her, so we have easy walks and harder walks. I think she looks the right weight. The first month I had her, she gained a lot of weight.
I bought a scale, but I’m afraid for both of us to get on it. I don’t want to know what either of us weigh. Since my clothes feel the same, I’m thinking that when we come out of hibernation, we will be just fine. Today, I ordered warm gloves,
a hat ,fleece pants and warm socks, and good shoes. I read that January was the coldest month in Washington. Since I am thinking that I will still be here, I want to be ready. Dixie already has her winter
sweater. It’s basic black and looks really good with her pearls.
Well, my new second hand car is sitting in the driveway. I’ve owned it since Wednesday and it is still,sitting in the driveway. I may be daring and go to the grocery
store tomorrow. The Governor is putting the state in lockdown Monday and I am not sure how that
will affect me. I have been ordering my groceries on line, picking them up at an assigned time. I sometimes do run into the store at these times for a last minute thing or two. I have a different mask that I wear for public places. When I am with family, I wear just a double fabric cloth mask. In public places I wear a super duper N95 heavy duty mask. Everyone
here seems to be a mask wearer. The person who comes to put my order in the car wears a mask and keeps their distance from me when I get out of the car to check my order. Who ever is my personal shopper of the day, usually makes wise choices . I have a few
misses that I just live with. You can request “ no substitutions”, or take a chance. Once I requested a certain wine, by name and I got a substitution. You can’t do that with wine, which made me think that my shopper had no idea about wines.Just
because it is red, doesn’t mean it is interchangeable.. Another thing that I deal with , although it drives me crazy, is the produce in my order. If I ask for sweet potatoes, I can get one that weighs
4 lbs. The same with onions. I didn’t realize that onions can grow so large. But it is a great service for someone who is sheltering . And I hope that they keep it up for as long as I need this service.
My turkey fought me every step of the way.I have no preference to any specific turkey. It can be Butterball or Organic. I am an equal opportunity turkey eater. I don’t particularly love turkey, but
I don’t mind it. Because my kids here in Port Townsend care more than I do, I bought an organic turkey. It went into the freezer and a week ago, it was transferred to a refrigerator. Two days ago, I took it out of the fridge, still frozen solid. It spent
the day in a water bath in my bath tub. Then I tried to clean out its insides and get it ready for a dry rub and a butter massage. The inside was still so frozen that I did what I could, no dry rub ,no butter treatment,but paper towels trying to pull out ice.
Thanksgiving day, there were still patches of ice inside cavity. I have never had a turkey that resisted being defrosted. I did the best that I could. Opting for butter and salt and pepper . It traveled to the big house to go into their larger oven. There
was an oven malfunction and their electric oven played games, going from 150 to 400. Finally my DiL stabilized the oven
,but by this time, I was annoyed with the turkey and decided to just ignore it for 3 plus hours.
Didn’t check it, didn’t baste it, didn’t look at it.I was punishing it. At the appropriate time, I stuck a thermometer in it and it registered as being overcooked. When my grandson carved it,
it was perfect and probably the best, no fuss turkey I have ever cooked. There is no moral to this story.
WHO published a report on the benefit of exercise , especially during Covid .It suggests how much a adolescent should get,a pregnant or lactating woman and people up through
65. So ,what am I, copped liver. No reason to exercise after 65.? I went back to check. Maybe I overlooked exercise for 85 year olds. Nope. Still not
there. First some creep advises that you visit your loved ones in nursing homes because they are going to die anyway and now a reputable organization ends exercise programs at 65. As we say back home, “ well, I declare.” Today was Dixie’s
hard exercise day. Twice a week we do “ the hill” and the lagoon .I’m the person on the other end of the leash. It is a vigorous ,heart thumping work out. I am always glad to see our mailbox.
That means that I made it , I am still breathing, although hard and I didn’t have a heart attack. I would be happy to challenge any one over 65 year old to this walk. Bet I win or at least tie.
I am one baby step closer to getting a car. A mini came up in the neighborhood and it may be the one. I want a van because I sit higher in one, my grandson wants one to take camping . So we are going in together,if,it passes
an inspection and I am comfortable in it. Because neither of us are residents and neither of us want to get a Washington state drivers license, we have to call in my son, his uncle. Getting complicated
,but we can do it.My grandson is driving my DiL’s car, I use my other grandson’s fiancee’s car on Thursdays,nobody wants my son’s car and my DiL got an electric bike. We are a family
of wheels. And nobody wants me to get a scooter. Fingers crossed that this mini works out. I hear GoodWill calling and it isn’t Thursday.