Finished a 19 day-long week with Covid19 vaccination and a drink or two.
In the old days we would have said we tilted one or 12 back but I was no where close to 12.
Those days are 30 years behind me and nothing but memories that occasionally wash across the shoreline of my mind.
Told a girl I might write a story or something for her and would have done it without the alcohol but did it with and maybe that helped or hurt.
Cuz you know, sometimes when we touch, the honesty is too much or something like that right seventies girl.;)
Am I mixing up song lyrics?
Have I had a few drinks?
Been living in hell for a few days and needed to unwind a bit so I wrote, hit the treadmill and grabbed some Scotch but not in that exact order.
Wouldn’t say I am drunk now but wouldn’t get behind the wheel either cuz there is a pandemic and no where to go.
Told my daughter to be careful and talked about drinking and college. Talked about driving and protecting her drink from others.
Promised her I will never be too old or too decrepit to not take care of any boy foolish enough to mistreat her.
Sat in a long line of cars waiting for the consent form to come and then for the check of the QR code and wondered how long it will actually take before I get my second dose.
Will it take less time than getting the first?
Thought others I know who should have gotten poked before I did. I was and am eligible based upon definition. Didn’t jump in line but I don’t believe I have the same risk as others.
If I could have given my place to them I would have but it didn’t and doesn’t work that way.
Though I don’t believe Covid will kill me I don’t need to find out if I am right or wrong so given all factors I went forward.
If I was the paranoid sort I might have been concerned by what I saw. The masks, lines of cars and blue jackets.
But I don’t wonder, worry or believe in a new world order or other conspiracy theories. Protecting myself and protecting others is of paramount importance.
It is how we get to the other side and we have to get there.
Don’t mistake that as me fearing we won’t because we will but I hope to get there with less death and destruction than we faced before Biden took office.
I was told I have to be tough so that others could be weak. I was told to be hard so others could be soft.
It wasn’t a value judgment or anything like that. It was phrased as an assessment of capability.
“Since you can do this and others can’t you have to take it on. They’ll do what you can’t so that you can focus on what you are good at.”
Sometimes I think about other conversations and discussions with others and wonder what they remember and what they still believe.
Would they carry another or let themselves be carried. Would they have that kind of trust.
Are we ever too old or just old enough.
One day I have to go see the Northern Lights. One day before I am too old to travel and appreciate some things the way I can now.
One day before and maybe again after.
With an empty hand or one with intertwined fingers, the time will come.