A year to the day from the last time I ventured willingly from my home, I got a Covid vaccination. On March 12 last year, I was reluctant to take Stellar to the vet in Montrose an hour away for his acupuncture appointment, but did so because it felt necessary, and I did my own grocery shopping for the last time before lockdown. We left the vet and drove to the south end of town to Natural Grocer, where half the energy in the store had an urgent edge, and the other half was blasé. Clerks, however, were wiping down the counter and the conveyor belt between each customer. There was no six foot rule yet, but some of us innately stood farther apart than normal. It felt very strange, new, superficial: these are the precautions we start taking today, now that we know this is for real. Already toilet paper shortages were beginning, and I loaded up on staples for Stellar and me: lots of grains, rice, quinoa, polenta; citrus for weeks; frozen meat; and chocolate, lots of good dark chocolate. I mean, forty dollars worth of chocolate, which felt extravagant, but turned out simply to be sensible.
This morning I approached the day with a sense of benign curiosity: what will it be like, today? From the moment I stepped out of bed, gratitude flowed. Stellar was fine, happy, and we walked the Breakfast Loop, ground still frozen but air barely cold, ideal Mud Season conditions. I led a meditation on Telesangha which people seemed to appreciate. When that was over, I gave Stellar a couple of Charlee Bear cookies and a second CBD chew and asked him to stay in bed, then set off for town. On the way out the yard I snapped the first cluster of Iris reticulata to open to spring. There was a redtail hawk on the Smith Fork nest, which thrilled my heart; a golden eagle soared insolently below a nagging songbird just above Hotchkiss.
Tonight is Zoom Cooking with Amy. I slept most of the afternoon, slipping between naps, meditation, animal needs, and naps from one til five, thinking I might not have the energy for our date. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and felt compelled to lie down. It might have been ‘covid-shot fatigue,’ or the cessation of stress after a trip to town; it might have been the half-hour soapy hot shower when I returned, or the pure physical release of tension after a full year that the first vaccination afforded my mind. Any which way, I wanted to sleep til morning. But Amy, our plans, and Sarah’s peanut soup beckoned through the ethers. I’m grateful for Amy, and for the inspiration from Sarah for what is now in my recipe file as Sarah’s Peanut Soup.
It was a great day! So much happened, big and small, here in this little slice of the world I inhabit. I’m grateful for every minute of this day in which I got to be alive.
What a thrilling,impressive day! Hope the worst of the reaction to the shot is behind you. L,e
Thanks! Woke up feeling fine after a good night’s sleep. fingers crossed that was it.
Yea! maybe there will be a time we can sit out side together and enjoy your beautiful back yard and love on you animals. Big hugs
Thanks, Suzi! waiting for warmer less muddy weather, and about six weeks, and then visit by the pond!
I saw that same Golden eagle feeding on a deer carcass on Hwy 92, between Crawford and Hotchkiss! The wild critters we share feel like friends…xoxo
they do indeed feel like friends. there was a thrill of recognition as I caught sight of her, like “HI! I’m so glad to see you again!”
I’m so happy you are part way through the vaccine. I’m done and still get a little thrill when I realize I don’t need to feel afraid to go out. Still wearing my mask but more confident I’m protected.
Peanut soup is great comfort food.
Sounds like a great day all around. And like you I am in chronic awe of what phones can do so easily. ❤️
I enjoyed your report on the vaccination clinic. I also received my first shot on Friday at the event and any after effects were similar. I felt a little drowsy in the afternoon (I received my shot at 8:15 a.m.) and the muscles in my upper arm felt a little sore but are fine today.
Thanks, Tom. I’m glad to hear it wasn’t just me that got drowsy, and glad that you’re fine also today.
Good for you! The Weazel just got his second jab today and I’m ready to rock, or to be more specific, to roll! Where are Ann and I going next? Certainly up to Alabama and Tennessee for spring wildflowers. Out west? To Belize? South America? Asia? It depends on who will have us.
Between the election and the vaccination I feel like much of the weight of the past year has been lifted off my shoulders. I definitely felt a festive mood when I got my second shot.
Thanks Sean, I’m glad to hear your burden has been lightened as mine has. Party time! Maybe you’ll get to do your world travels, or at least US travels, this summer.