Vaccine and Other Things

Life has been intense lately, mostly by my own choices.  And partly by my work's choices.  We are moving toward inventory this week, and just like a good paint job, the details in the days leading up to the actual job is what makes it a success.  Which means I've been working extra hours and odd shifts.  

Today was my second dose of the COVID vaccine, and I'm happy to have that over with as well.  AZDHS did a good job with the SE-POD, we drive up, get logged in, get paperwork verified, get shot and drive off.  All told, I was there for 25 minutes.  No reactions, no weird feelings, and feeling good about it.

Things with family are moving ahead.  My brother's house is sold and packed up, they leave in a week or so for Nevada.  My nephew and his wife have their house all prepped and ready.  As soon as Aubree arrives, they'll be moving to Nevada as well.  I *hope* they don't leave before June 1, so I can meet her!   No news on my nephews and what they're planning.  The next big thing might be getting my mother moved to AZ.  But I think that needs to wait a bit.  Fall or Spring is best, definitely not right before summer!! 

Since spraining my arm, things started off very difficult - I'm right handed and learned to depend on my left hand - but it's been a little over five weeks and I have about 90% of the use back.  The other 10% -- well, that's going to be an ongoing issue, and will take some work.  I'm using my hand weights and a squeeze ball to get strength back into the small motor skills.  My grip for opening a simple bottle of PowerAde has been difficult, in the beginning I needed a pair of channellocks to get them opened! 

This stretch on the calendar is a difficult time of year.  My sister's birthday was last week, my son's birthday is coming up and so is my Dad's.  All three of them died, and it's not easy remembering them without shedding a few tears.  Having them all crunched into a two week period just adds to the pain and heartache.  I miss my dad and my sister, but losing a child -- that's the worst feeling in the world.  Missing my son crops up at all sorts of odd moments as I get through my days.  Even though nearly two years have passed, the pain is as fresh as the first day.   I know that I'll never "get over the grief", I'll just learn to live with it and move on as best I can.

As Easter approaches, my childhood upbringing comes to mind.  I love to sing the old hymns and remember all the musical productions I was in with choir.  "Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul..."   Happy Easter!  Christ is Risen!  He is Risen Indeed!