kvetching up

 Well, Leiney and I got our second round of the Moderna mRNA COVID-19 vaccine yesterday at the Everett Clinic in Mill Creek. My injection hurt a great deal.  And today, my arm hurts at least as much as it hurt after receiving  the first dose in January. Otherwise, I don't have any symptoms, I don't think.  I am achy all over, but that may be from shoveling snow. She's Gone  Here is a pattern.  When Jenny feels good, she isn't here.  This morning she walked around Green Lake with Kathy Schmidt.  She came home for a bit, and I shaved her head and she cut my hair.  Then, she left for a massage at Marianne's and then Murray, Marianne and she were planning to have soup, presumably on Marianne's front porch.  I expect the rest of the week and next to repeat this pattern, as Jenny moves into the second week of a hiatus from chemo while she gets vaccinated. She will wait another two weeks before she again receives chemotherapy--Feb 25. Yesterday...

I hate snow I hate snow.  My mom certainly taught me that.  I didn't understand it until I started driving.  Even then, I loved snow, I just hated the driving.   When Jenny and I were first dating--during the massive blizzard of December 1990--I loved the snow. I remember walking in a literal blizzard with my BoSox hat on at 45th and Roosevelt. Near whiteout conditions, a gusting wind blew my hat into the intersection, and the wind chill keeping the temperature in the single digits didn't stop me from walking to a date at the Last Exit,to drink mocha floats and then later making snow angels, the two of us basking in the bloom of new love. That was then.  I have, upon reflection, hated the snow since the kids were little.  I hate the cold.  It just fucks with my life too much.   After my mom died, a snowstorm came which forced us to cancel her memorial service.  I had scheduled it to take place at a Unitarian Church in North Seattle...