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Sep. 6th, 2021 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWe tried to go to the pharmacy and get a flu shot, but of course the pharmacy was closed, because it's Labor Day. We thought it would be good to get the flu shot so we'll be all recovered from that if and when the Covid booster ever becomes available. I'm feeling paranoid and anxious about everything now that people are getting sick all over again. It looks as if we will probably cancel the Sparrowhawk's birthday trip. This is just sad. We went for a walk by the lake in lieu of a shot. The weather was beautiful. But I feel rather sad as well that, by being sick for a week, I've missed out on the end of summer. It's still sunny and warm, even hot, but there's a distinct feeling of fall in the air. And I repeat my mournful cry: I'M NOT READYYYYYY . . . . Ah well, I'm sure warm autumn will last a long time before the leaves turn and fall.
I may have overdone it just a bit with the walk. But no real harm done. Being tired is okay. I called Queenie. Her MRI of her heart is tomorrow. I recalled that today would have been our parents' 72nd wedding anniversary. We reminisced about their 50th, which was celebrated with such fanfare. And that was 22 years ago. And now everyone who was at their wedding is dead--not just them, but also my father's best friend from college, who was best man, and my mother's only sister. And the church burned down. Heh heh. For some reason, that always adds a note of humor to the melancholy. But it was all so long ago. Hard to believe that what is still so fresh and vivid in memory is so long gone.
It was also rather sad not to be celebrating the holiday. There's no back to school excitement (not for us), no family gathering, no neighborhood barbecue . . . groups are to be avoided, not enjoyed. Meh. We were not going to the beach, but I wore my swimsuit and a sarong around the house all day as a gesture of defiance. I decided to have our own tiny picnic on the back porch--tuna salad, deviled eggs, a few chips, and the makings for BLTs should they be wanted. We shared one beer--but it was a Dirty Bastard!
I may have overdone it just a bit with the walk. But no real harm done. Being tired is okay. I called Queenie. Her MRI of her heart is tomorrow. I recalled that today would have been our parents' 72nd wedding anniversary. We reminisced about their 50th, which was celebrated with such fanfare. And that was 22 years ago. And now everyone who was at their wedding is dead--not just them, but also my father's best friend from college, who was best man, and my mother's only sister. And the church burned down. Heh heh. For some reason, that always adds a note of humor to the melancholy. But it was all so long ago. Hard to believe that what is still so fresh and vivid in memory is so long gone.
It was also rather sad not to be celebrating the holiday. There's no back to school excitement (not for us), no family gathering, no neighborhood barbecue . . . groups are to be avoided, not enjoyed. Meh. We were not going to the beach, but I wore my swimsuit and a sarong around the house all day as a gesture of defiance. I decided to have our own tiny picnic on the back porch--tuna salad, deviled eggs, a few chips, and the makings for BLTs should they be wanted. We shared one beer--but it was a Dirty Bastard!
so say we all
Date: 2021-09-07 06:40 am (UTC)is anybody, ever?
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Date: 2021-09-07 03:28 pm (UTC)