Summer Shots
“Due to absence or inertia I’m not answering the phone right now…”
X. Thompson
Long ago, when the world needed such things, the above quote was my niece’s answering machine message. It pretty much sums up why I’m starting my summer break early. My intentions were to post right up until June 25, but I have found I am running short of ideas and shorter on gumption.
But before I go, …just a few thoughts…
When my senior sister received her first Covid-19 shot she told me she almost cried with relief. For myself, I remember I couldn’t wait to get both my first and second shots. The second shot was especially important because it seemed to represent permission for the return of social freedoms. I was out my front door like Calvin and Hobbes on the first day of summer vacation.
I am booked to receive my fourth shot, and I will admit, I was rather blasé about the whole thing. For days and days, I procrastinated until tomorrow. My motivation for finally making my appointment was all about my very social plans for the summer. It just seems the prudent thing to do, and weirdly, it feels like some sort of summer tradition.
Get your shot, go visit friends… and toast yourselves with… wait for it… a shot!
My summer break officially begins today. (Gosh I have a nice boss!) I will return the first week after Labour Day. In the meantime, I hope to holiday and visit and invent new cocktails. I want to overeat, get slightly sunburned, cause some stir over something, flirt like I’m nineteen, enjoy a hangover with a smile on my face because I’m still laughing… and well, you know… just have an all round good summer. I hope the same for you.
Stay safe everyone.
I didn’t almost cry. I cried. With enormous relief. The lovely volunteer doctor who gave me the shot said it was a very common reaction.
Oh… I remember thinking you were one of the more ‘exposed’ persons I knew, and I too was relieved when you got it.
Thank you.