Mr. Boy was home for the weekend to attend the Austin City Limits music festival at Zilker Park. He estimated that 100,000 others were there with him, shoulder to shoulder, some masked many not. He’s been vaxed with the Pfizer twice, so he wasn’t worried, but whether he should have been remains to be seen.
He said he was opposed to it. Just a gut feeling, he contended. Then I read him something one of my OCS buds wrote, about it being our social duty to get with the program, and he caved. Went to Walgreen’s for a Pfizer jab and came back with his “passport,” the proof-of-vax card that inevitably will be used for many things as the pandemic continues. Pleased with himself. As are we.
Bar and I are now officially Reiki practitioners. Having trained for Level II. We’ll begin tomorrow with Mr. Boy watched over by Reiki master Cindi Barnette and move on to five more through July. But I may start distant sessions next week using a teddy bear as a surrogate.
It poured off and on for an hour or two, drenching some places around town with 1-3 inches, but not adding any water to our cabinet problem, making me wonder if maybe the neighbor’s craftsmen didn’t cause it, after all, by screwing up somehow.
Had visiting Mr. Boy get down and check out all the cabinet interiors for water but found none. His 20-year-old bod perfectly suited for such contortions which mine, at 76, can no longer venture without bone and muscle punishment.
Mr. Boy visiting for a barbeque supper with stepdaughter and her beau last week said he hasn’t seen any masked folks in College Station nor is social distancing practiced. Said he’d seen “a lot more fear” in Austin and environs. Though A&M has canceled in-person classes and is carrying on online.
I admit to being a trifle uneasy at Mr. Boy’s acquisition of a golden retriever puppy while still in college at Texas A&M. He and his girlfriend take turns taking care of Olive.
I’m sure they’d be the last to worry about something like this horror story, but maybe they should. It’s the nice thing about a cat, though their claws can infect you as well. Animals as pets are a gamble.
Via Planck’s Constant
Mr. Boy and his lady love, Aggies both, Ubered to the airport before dawn this morning for their Spring Break trip to New York City—epicenter (maybe) of the Corona Virus.
Who cares? They’re young, healthy and exuberant. And they saved up for it. Gonna take an AirBNB in Queens and see the sights, especially art galleries and museums. And probably do a little clubbing. Or a lot. They return on Sunday from their whirlwind, four-day tour.
UPDATE: They returned early, sobered by the empty streets, and closed museums. Were glad to get home.