Albedo of Sleet
Jan. 15th, 2021 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoFeeling better today because we had a text from the Nipper to say that, while he is horribly congested, especially his ears, and very fatigued, he thinks he feels better than he did earlier this week, so he might be on his way to recovery. Raptor is still congested as well, but as the Nipper said, "he's in good spirits--it's just his nature." The Redhead is very fatigued and aching, and is resting in bed. However, none of them has a bad cough or a fever, so this is still hopeful news.
I went through the irritating process of online grocery shopping again. During checkout, the program suddenly decided to demand my ID and password, and then requested I prove I wasn't a robot. Every time I clicked on the correct box, it went back to square zero, finally informing me that "Uh oh, something went wrong." The Sparrowhawk called tech support, and they eventually got it straightened out. At first it looked as if they'd lost the order and I'd have to start over, but Sparrowhawk Tech Support found it again. I ordered two chickens at the sale price, and was charged for them, but only received one, for which I was charged at the non-sale price. I ordered two bags of potatoes on sale, and was not charged for them, but didn't get them, either. This will have to be straightened out tomorrow. Sigh. It looks as if we'll have to keep on this way for quite awhile, too. Vaccination has been opened to category 1c, into which over-65s fall, but as it turns out, they don't have any vaccine for us, so we can't make an appointment. People keep coming on the news and making confusing announcements, then imploring our patience. The latest information suggests we may not get vaccinated until May. I suppose that could change, but for the known future, I'll be hunkered down and masked.
It's not the worst problem in the world, though. The Sparrowhawk and I like to take turns reading things to each other. At the moment, I'm still reading him Christmas stories. The current one is "An Irish Country Christmas," by Alice Taylor. I originally bought it to amuse my mother, and got it back after she didn't need it any more. I just read him the chapter in which the young protagonist goes to visit a very cranky old lady named Nellie, and ends up being drafted to help Nellie clean her chimney. People in this book, in rural Ireland, live in circumstances that would be simply horrifying to most of us. Nellie would certainly be dragged off to some kind of shelter, in our world. But in the book, she's quite happy living alone with her cows and goats, and getting neighbor kids to help out with anything she can't do by herself. My takeaway for this morning was that I worry too much about my first world problems. There are a lot of things I can't control, and like Nellie, I might as well learn to live with that. When the little girl sees the awesome amount of soot that has been released into Nellie's kitchen, she exclaims in delighted horror, "It's like the hobs of hell in here!" This is my new favorite expression.
I went through the irritating process of online grocery shopping again. During checkout, the program suddenly decided to demand my ID and password, and then requested I prove I wasn't a robot. Every time I clicked on the correct box, it went back to square zero, finally informing me that "Uh oh, something went wrong." The Sparrowhawk called tech support, and they eventually got it straightened out. At first it looked as if they'd lost the order and I'd have to start over, but Sparrowhawk Tech Support found it again. I ordered two chickens at the sale price, and was charged for them, but only received one, for which I was charged at the non-sale price. I ordered two bags of potatoes on sale, and was not charged for them, but didn't get them, either. This will have to be straightened out tomorrow. Sigh. It looks as if we'll have to keep on this way for quite awhile, too. Vaccination has been opened to category 1c, into which over-65s fall, but as it turns out, they don't have any vaccine for us, so we can't make an appointment. People keep coming on the news and making confusing announcements, then imploring our patience. The latest information suggests we may not get vaccinated until May. I suppose that could change, but for the known future, I'll be hunkered down and masked.
It's not the worst problem in the world, though. The Sparrowhawk and I like to take turns reading things to each other. At the moment, I'm still reading him Christmas stories. The current one is "An Irish Country Christmas," by Alice Taylor. I originally bought it to amuse my mother, and got it back after she didn't need it any more. I just read him the chapter in which the young protagonist goes to visit a very cranky old lady named Nellie, and ends up being drafted to help Nellie clean her chimney. People in this book, in rural Ireland, live in circumstances that would be simply horrifying to most of us. Nellie would certainly be dragged off to some kind of shelter, in our world. But in the book, she's quite happy living alone with her cows and goats, and getting neighbor kids to help out with anything she can't do by herself. My takeaway for this morning was that I worry too much about my first world problems. There are a lot of things I can't control, and like Nellie, I might as well learn to live with that. When the little girl sees the awesome amount of soot that has been released into Nellie's kitchen, she exclaims in delighted horror, "It's like the hobs of hell in here!" This is my new favorite expression.
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Date: 2021-01-16 02:37 pm (UTC)