Dear Pfizer

You were correct about people who have had a full-blown case of Covid-19. That we would likely experience more and more severe side effects from the vaccine. And while the first dose totally annihilated me for nearly three days, this second dose hasn't been nearly so bad. Flattened for one day and I seem to be recovering nicely. Un petit covid, if you will. Yes, my left arm is sore and I do have some swelling in that armpit, but it's not nearly as ginormous or tender to the touch as the first time around. Little bit of a headache and some lingering joint pain, but that's about it. I feel as though I have performed a civic duty and that my pain will contribute to herd immunity and bring us a bit closer to pre-pandemic social contact. One other thing has come to mind. What if, what if all healthcare could be this easy. Make an appointment, show your card, be treated by skilled practitioners, and have the peace of mind that comes from knowing no scary bill will arrive in the mail.

Robert Redford's Unmentionables

I have just watched, for I think the third time, the installment of Inside the Actors Studio that features Robert Redford. And as much as I enjoy his recounting of his life in the world of film, I remain mildly annoyed the he did not mention three of my favorite films that he appears in. The Hot Rock, Sneakers, and Three Days of the Condor. I remember reading at one time that Mr. Redford didn't really care for his performance in The Hot Rock, that he felt it was not his best work and preferred to be known for his more serious dramatic roles. Here's the deal, Bob. I happen to love this movie! It has an amazing helicopter flight scene where we can see the World Trade Center under construction! Regular visitors here know that seeing the World Trade Center in a film is a thing for me. Plus the movie gives us the phrase "Afghanistan Bananastan". What's not to like here?!? Sneakers boasts a remarkable ensemble cast that includes Mary McDonnell, Sidney Poitier, River Phoenix, David Strathairn, and Dan Aykroyd! No mention! And despite the fact that he spoke of numerous collaborations with director Sydney Pollack, he failed to mention Three Days of the Condor. Pollack directed this terrific thriller that must be seen. Must. Be. Seen. Actress Carlin Glynn is sitting in the front row during the interview and somehow I want her to shout out, "Bob! Remember what a great time we had working together on Three Days of the Condor!" But she doesn't. I understand Mr. Redford avoiding any mention of Legal Eagles. I'm already sorry I brought it up. All I know is, the man is brilliant both in front of and behind the camera. He is a legend. And I shall adore him from afar as long as I draw breath.  

Awwwwwww, Spring

So I've been doing a little spring decorating. Since the decommissioning of the guest room because I got rid of my old bed, that left the bedding I had been using down there available. Just yesterday I finished sewing the three pop-of-color square pillows and I am pleased with how they break up the sea of whiteness. The woven throw had been in my office and coordinates beautifully with the pillows! Now onto figuring out how to make a full size bedskirt work with a queen size bed. Which might be something like trying to squeeze yourself into a pair of jeans that are one size too small. I have experience with this so let's hope that translates into another medium. Wish me luck!  

Ah, Spring

The hoya in the dining room is fixin' to bloom! It looks like there are upwards of fifty buds that will pop starting later this week and probably continue for a month. The much larger main plant just around the corner in the sunroom has but a single blooming spur producing buds, making it tied with the tiny plant on the windowsill in the kitchen whose lone spur is also going to bloom. The main plant has at least a dozen spurs so I hope more buds appear. I really don't want to have to talk to it. All the significant conversations I have had with houseplants consist of pointing outside to the compost bin and informing the plant that this is where they will be residing if they don't shape up. I expect this makes me a terrible person. At least I don't point at the garden beds and tell the houseplants that I eat the ones that grow out there. 

Arrrrggggg, Matey!

In answer to yesterday's post depicting witch hats, my son has sketched up an assortment of pirate hats. Like the witch hats, these indicate the sort of pirate person you are based on your hat preference. Enjoy. 

I'm a Curly/Wavy

It goes with my naturally curly hair. I have the worst time trying to explain to people that yes, I am an introvert. But I'm not the least bit shy.

Next

It was a gray-scale, weary feeling day. Despite the fact that the sun was shining and she could feel the warmth from it on her shoulders through the window. For a year she had been constructing a plan for leaving this place and a countdown of the months remaining ticked down in her head. This had been a carefully crafted experiment in change where she was now. But it had failed to produce enough joy to entice her to stay. Yes, there was this quirky, charming house that she loved. And the view of the mountains when she drove just a mile or so west. She wondered if this would be the pattern of her life from now on. To move on until she found the balance of joy against pain just right enough to stay. Knowing full well that the balance of these two opposing forces had been achieved within herself, the need to find an external match grew stronger every day.