Showing posts with label pandemic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pandemic. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Covid hits VERY close to home

Feelings to work through this morning.  My son's fiancΓ©, lacking others in the family being up this morning, messaged me with news of her positive Covid-19 test.  Yikes!  That definitely puts next Sunday's plans at risk.  

She will of course check in with her doctor about treatment, but she's concerned that she has exposed both her parents and my son.  And both she and my son had been feeling lousy the past couple of days.  She worked from home Thursday and Friday, but given his phone call to me was when he was on the road home from visiting a client in a town about an hour away... yikes!  Hopefully he was masked for the visit, but still!

A few hours later, update:  her parents tested positive, too.  So they probably all three caught it same time/place.  She's thinking birthday celebration for her aunt last Sunday.  But at least that whole guilt over the potential of herself being the source of infecting her folks is past.  Guilt on top of being sick?  Not a good thing!  

I was not at that family gather... that's when they were planning for NEXT Sunday's event and she texted me from there to invite me to that one.  But now, doesn't look like they will hold next Sunday's thing.  Her parents have both been in touch with their respective doctors; her mom's been instructed to go to quick care for possible Paxlovid prescription.  Her dad is waiting for word back.

My son tested negative just now.  Good news "for now".  


My anxiety drove me to wrap packages while I was waiting on that update.  I'm not done, but at least have one wrapped package for each human planned to gather for Christmas.  At this rate it could go either way.  If son catches this virus from his lady, and his timeline for isolation / masking is longer, coming up "positive" later... it could change the window of when we do the gather.  Alternatively it could go the direction of a "porch exchange" of gifts and goodies!  Roll back the clock two years, eh?  That's how we did 2020 holidays.

On the hopeful side:  they have an outstanding ventilation system in the house and can fairly easily isolate from one another for meals, etc.  Plus, they are now masking around one another.  

Take a deep breath and wait and see!

Life is still Good!  Spark on!

πŸŽ„πŸ”₯✨πŸ’–

Saturday, January 22, 2022

Day 2 to 4 of "isolation"

Day 2:  Thursday

Having not taken a test, I was not a confirmed Covid case.  Not taking chances.  Since I COULD isolate, I DID isolate.

I was sick, but not THAT sick.  I had already cleared my calendar... the mammogram got put off for two weeks.  The trainer's been canceled for the next week.  The plumbing/heating guys delivering filters and softner salt also put off for a week.

Rubia offered to "help", quite vocally.  Having the kitties gives one a reason to get up and move about, at least enough to see that their needs are met.  It's cold outside, but supposed to get warmer, then colder, etc. as it has been doing for the past couple of months.  

Day 3:  Friday

Now whatever this is, was settling into my normal pattern of rejection of whatever is troubling the body.  It is my theory that we all have these responses, but we may not all match exactly.  With me, I often first notice the headache, swollen sinus, and drainage.  In the middle of Thursday night, I opted to take drugs.  I can't do decongestants (glaucoma is a contra-indicator), but for me antihistamines seem to help with the sinus issues. I took a Zyrtek and an Advil (for the headache), then slept a bit better.  In the morning, I did not have the oomph to get up, nor did food sound good.  I spent the bulk of the day in bed.  

I went downstairs a couple of times to deal with kitties and to bring the garbage can back inside.  One trip was not well advised... barely made it back upstairs to the porcelain goddess, but after that episode, felt better.  Took hot shower.  Put on real clothes.  Then took it easy, going out to get the mail, and brewing myself a cup of tea to sip while the news played.

The kids offered to drop off my home test kit this weekend.  That's the kind the hospital quiz says is right for my set of symptoms.  They are reserving the PCR tests for folks with chest pains,  shortness of breath, or fever of 100.4 or more.  They are telling folks not to go to the ER for a test unless they have those kinds of severe symptoms.  They would give you a rapid test if you made an appointment and drove across town.  The earliest appointment they had on their schedule was for Saturday afternoon.

Applying a bit of logical thought, if the local testing has a positivity rate of 25%, that means that 75% of the folks with enough symptoms to go get a test, are testing negative!  Given my symptoms and the odds, I'm anticipating a negative result when I get the tests in hand.

Day 4:  Saturday

Woke mostly human Saturday morning, and quite early.  Probably slept out, having stayed in bed nearly all day Friday.  But not as congested, and hungry.  Oatmeal with raisins and cinnamon tasted wonderful for an early breakfast.  

You can tell I'm feeling better because I was up for finishing watching the Harry Potter series, and the last two or three films are quite dark.  I don't usually go in for battle films when I'm ill.  I go after mindless background noises, music, or silence.

The kids were as good as their word, and delivered the covid at-home lateral flow antigen test.  I carefully followed the instructions, and it came out negative, reinforcing my "feeling better".  Still going to wait to make sure I'm not on one of those "better then worse" cycles before I decide I'm OK to come out from my little isolation episode.


But for now?  Life is good.  Take care of yourselves, and Spark on!

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Abundance of caution, or just following the guidance?

 

I admit it's hard to find clear guidance these days.  It's also hard to find Covid testing, around here.  All the sites have moved to "appointment only", and the outdoor ones are closed today and tomorrow due to bitter cold temperatures.  I mean, after all, give their staff some consideration, here!  YOU might be in your car, but THEY are outside, conducting tests all day long!

At home tests?  Oh, I got the beta test link from Biden's initiative to mail them to every legitimate address in America... accessed it yesterday, and ordered mine.  But it will be at least two weeks before those arrive.

The kids ordered some to replace the ones I donated to GF's aunt, but so far, we haven't connected, so don't have that on hand at this point, either.

So when I woke up this morning, stuffed up?  I did what the alternative medical dudes on YouTube have said:  just assume it is Omicron, not a cold, and isolate, already.  Around here, the local health authorities have said, "don't assume it's just a cold or allergies, get a test".  But the docs who make YouTubes are saying, "if you can isolate, isolate, you don't need a test, assume it's Covid".  Much as I'd like to have a for-sure test, I AM doing what health experts have said for years, though:

"If you are sick, stay home!"  Doesn't matter if it's a cold, the flu, or Covid... if you don't feel well, don't expose others!  I rescheduled my mammogram (which was supposed to be this morning).  I texted the trainer and said "take me off the schedule for the next week".  And my kid sis, calling off the normal Wednesday walk.  

I'll just be here with my tea and my chicken soup (and my thermometer and my SpO2 sensor, etc.).  And my cats.  Baby, it's COLD outside today and tomorrow, with high winds... which could also be a contributing factor to my congestion... I tend to be sensitive to weather fronts.

Pep talk:  take care of yourselves.  Be sensitive to community conditions and be kind to others.

Life is still good.  Spark on. Gently!πŸ’–

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Moonrise

I snapped this photo Thursday evening when I was trundling the garbage can to the curb.  The moon, rising above the rooftops... not quite full... it will be full Monday night.

I turned around, and snapped the sunset.  I find the skies fascinating this time of year, as might be observed from the photos I put up.  Darker in the East as the moon rises, still a bit lighter in the West, as the sun is setting.

Slept very well, after those views.  Friday morning, we became a community in a transition of weather.  The snow was not supposed to start until the evening commute.  Most everyone would be home safe and the snow, whatever amount fell, would accumulate on the weekend.  

Being a lagging state, we're only just starting to realize the magnitude of the Omicron surge of Covid-19.  At 10 a.m., a series of local news conferences started.  Can we turn the clock back nearly two years?  Seemed like deja vu.  Bottom line, leading to a collection of bottom lines:  local case rates for Covid are still rising, we are reaching new record highs on a daily basis.   

The first news conference was held by the public schools.  The pandemic is causing staffing issues.  41% of their requests for substitutes on Friday went unfilled.  So teachers and admins who did show up had to cover for them.  This has been happening since school started after the holidays.  Working with Public Health, they have decided to remain open for in person learning, but that during this surge, they will hold no classes for students the next three Fridays. The buildings will remain open on those Fridays so the teachers can catch up on planning.  They will also practice for if they have to take a class, a grade level, or a whole school on-line (remote) on short notice.  

As they have since the start of the pandemic, our schools are rolling with the punches.  They have done a good job of trying to stay open, in person, and stay safe... but let's be honest, omicron is busting our butts.

Next it was the governor:  he's issued a directed health measure that tells the biggest hospital system in the state they must suspend any non-emergency surgeries until at least mid-February.  This was in response to the hospital announcing it was activating its Crisis Standard of Care plan.  The hospital responded that what they were doing was within the rules of this "new" mandate.

At 11:30 a.m. it was the mayor's turn:  the local mask order is back in place, as of midnight Friday night.  She's asking folks to "voluntarily" reduce how much we go out and about:  work and medical appointments only.  I don't work, but kind of consider my trainer sessions to be my "work".  I don't do much beyond that.  I pick up the groceries at the curb.  And I walk, masked, with my kid sis once a week, both of us masked.  I am thinking carefully about what the switch would be to forego the gym sessions with the trainer.  

As predicted the snow started falling around 4 p.m.  The kitties are not so sure about this strange white frozen stuff.  Rubia looked back at me on her Friday evening outing.  The Prisoner tested its depth Saturday morning.  Neither one stayed out for long as the temperature has plunged after our mild start to the week.  


It's cold out there, but at least the sun is shining!  The snow is fresh and white, and shines in the sun.  Tomorrow will see warmer temperatures and melting.

May you all be well, and safe, and making decisions that support your health and well-being, this one and only Saturday, January 15, 2022 we will ever get!  And at the end of day, let it go... whatever we did, it was enough, sufficient to the day.  May the sunshine be that of hope in your hearts!

Life is good.  Savor it, and Spark on!  

✨πŸ’–πŸ”₯

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Sunset, sunrise

 

Sunset on January 11, 2022

Love the sunrises and sunsets this time of year.  As a bonus, with the hours of daylight being the least, I'm awake for both!  😁

Wednesday offered a high temperature of 59℉ (or 15℃ for those of you who speak non-US).  It was a lovely day for the after work sister walk... and our trip around the park and neighborhood ended about sunset.  One more nice day, then on Friday the weatherman is using that dreaded phrase "Winter mix" which means this little old lady in training will be pretty much tucking up and being grateful for how nice it has been so far this season!  

Yes, we've had some cold temperatures that seemed even colder because of the contrasting mildness, but seriously, January 12, 1974 we saw our historically lowest temperature in measured history at -33℉ (translates to -36℃).  Brrrr!  You know it's cold when the F and C numbers get close to matching (they do so at -40 for us geeky folk).

I have to laugh at the expression on our faces in this Thursday morning selfie.  It might look as though The Prisoner and I have had a disagreement.  But in fact, that's my "trying to concentrate on taking the selfie" look.  Cats do make good lap warmers, as long as they behave with their claws.

Workout with the trainer was again the early slot, but there were clients both before and after me.  We were well spaced in the room, but still, I heard coughs from each of them!  I noticed the trainer has moved up to a KN95 mask.  We went with lighter weights for a couple of the exercises (hammer curls and shoulder lifts).

Still watching the various medical folks who post on YouTube about the virus trends.  One of the problems with getting your "news" via social media is that if you look hard enough, you can find someone who agrees with either your rose colored glasses or your panic anxiety.  Fortunately, I have found a few realists, who are neither alarmists nor deniers.  They admit that they really can't predict this thing, and here's their hope based on this evidence or that.  

Putting yourself in another's shoes

A fellow Spark refugee ponders sometimes on whether the Queen shares some of our normal troubles in daily life.  I don't envy The Queen of her current duties, which included today's stripping titles and patronages from one of her sons.  I truly believe that as well as having that hereditary title, The Queen is human, has emotions, and cares about her family.  Her heart must be breaking.  

I've thought the same as family members have had to turn in a relative when it became apparent that their relative had committed a crime.  The unibomber's brother turned him in, for example.  The inner struggle between family loyalty and citizenship... a code of honor.  

A snippet of poetry comes to mind, although this reverie casts it in a slightly different light than the original.  Richard Lovelace:  "I could not love thee (Dear) so much, lov'd I not honour more."  

When we're young, we might THINK we know what we would do, and where our duty lay... but on closer examination as I age, it would have been more difficult.  I am grateful that I have not been put in that kind of position in this life.  At least not that I know of or not yet.

Today's sign of the Covid times

Two of the major hospital systems in our state have announced they are going on "Crisis Standard of Care" plans.  Continue to hunker down, local friends.  I figure we're at least a couple of weeks away from peaking in this wave.

May we all do our best to take care of our health, one day at a time.  At the close of this one and only Thursday, January 13, 2022, let us declare "it was enough.  It was sufficient for today."  Now love yourself enough to rest.  You've earned it!

Life is good.  Spark on!

πŸ˜΄πŸ›ŒπŸ”₯πŸ’–✨

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

First workout since Dr. advice about the right arm


Winter sunrises are so pretty!  This one is about a week old, but it was one of the most vibrant, and I did not see it shared here before, so, there you have it.

The doctor said

A couple of things I didn't mention about my doctor visit yesterday are that I took my blood pressure cuff along, because of a few "higher" readings I had at doctor's offices the past couple of years.  It read higher at my blood draw than my home cuff that same morning.  So I tucked the cuff into my bag and dragged it along.

So, the young nurse took my BP, and it was normal.  I told her what it read at home this morning.  Without even taking it out of the bag, we decide there's nothing wrong with my machine.  

Second thing, I explained to the doctor about my right arm, which has been "talking" to me off and on when I do anything like a bicep curl with it.  Since some time in November.  Particularly over 8 pounds on the weight.  I explained how it would get better, then worse, then better, then worse.

Any nurses reading?  Did you diagnose "tendonitis" sight unseen?  Yeah, that's pretty much our working diagnosis.  Attempt #1 at rehab?  Rest it for a couple of weeks.  Ice if it gets sore for any reason.

Remind you of the "Doctor it hurts if I do this?"  "Then don't do this!" joke?  It did me.

What the trainer did

So today I went to work out with the trainer.  We were masked up.  We skipped the bicep curls entirely, but got a decent workout in, anyway.  For him, it was a short day... everybody else canceled.  The gal before me wasn't feeling good.  The gal after me has twin middle schoolers who both tested positive for Covid.  So far she and her husband are testing negative, but the whole family is isolating.  Her husband, though, was already miserable... with shingles.  Yikes!  I'd say that family has more than their fair share of "stuff" going on just now!

When I arrived, the trainer was doing his own workout.  When I left he left, too.  The weather is VERY nice for January, and he was thinking if the wind wasn't bad, he might go for a bike ride this afternoon.  Hope it works out for him.

And the local virus news

It being Tuesday, the health department is giving their update on how the county is doing.  I read online that Omaha's health director has put their mask order back in place, with backing from the City Council.  I was expecting similar from ours here in Lincoln.  


But NO!  It can't get any higher than Severe risk, on the dial.  But they let the mask order expire on December 23rd, having given everyone the chance / time to get vaccinated. Omicron changed the game. 

They are opening another drive-thru testing site "by appointment only" starting Thursday.  The existing one has added an extra drive-thru lane, and they have also changed to "by appointment only".  

The advice to those of us in the general public:  do NOT get tested "just for peace of mind".  Instead, isolate, quarantine if exposed to someone else who tested positive.  For me that means:  If you get symptoms, and you are vaccinated, treat it like Covid.  Isolate until you get better.

That doesn't mean it's not a possibility down the line that they might re-impose masking order.  Our county is still the highest vaccinated in the state.  

Pep talk time

Here's to taking care of ourselves, best can do, this one and only Tuesday, January 11th, 2021 we will ever get.  I'm hoping you are healthy, that you are doing the things that you CAN do to stay that way, and that whatever circumstances you find yourself in you are first kind to yourself so that you can then be kind to others.

Life is good.  Savor it.  And Spark on! πŸ”₯✨πŸ’–

Monday, January 10, 2022

Three down, one to go.

 The title references the "annual" medicalizing.  I've had my fasting labs, my medicare "wellness" visit / interview, and my doctor's visit.  Yet to come, the mammo.

The Prisoner proclaiming ownership of the house.  


On Friday the same gal that did the Medicare interview over the phone last year had me in person this year.  She told me she'd already had omicron!  Even with her three shots.  But we were both masked, me in my N95, her in surgical.  

I was mildly amused as the little "remember 3 words past distracting activity" test used the same three words as LAST year.  I remember the words:  sofa, orange, sunshine... because last year I put them into an image in my mind, of sitting on the sofa eating my orange as the sunshine streamed through the window.



In today's visit with the doctor, he went over my lab results, which were satisfactory.  No med changes, just as there were none with the eye doctor.  The sad thing about today's visit was that the nurse that took care of me had just lost her mother to Covid last week.  Her mom was only 54!  Unvaccinated.  The little nurse had tried to convince her mom to get vaccinated, going over the possible things that could happen, but respecting her mom's right to choose.  What did happen was that her mom got the virus, and it uncovered an underlying pulmonary condition she had not previously known was there.  My heart goes out to every family that goes through this.  It's not over, people.  Be careful out there.


Carl is soaking up Lacey's warm spot, beside her glass and book.

I saw where Sidney Poitier died, at 94.  Same age as my dad would have been, if he lived through today (his birthday). This time of year seems to be rife with celebrities passing, every year.  They save up the whole year's worth to announce them at the end of the year... and it seems like a whole bunch.  

You always knew the actors that you admired coming up were a few years older than you, but... when they start dropping like flies, the difference between your ages seems to shrink!

Saturday was bill and tax-paying day.  I got really frustrated with the IRS website, because I had successfully paid estimated taxes on line using it during the past year, but they have changed their system to supposedly make it more secure.  However, the way they have secured it made it impossible to verify my identity!  Seems my driver's license uses only a middle initial but the IRS has my full middle name and the "primary" documents that are supposed to scan and be used to verify are split between the two.  Sigh.

I've had this kind of problem with some so-called secure systems before.  In the end I just gave up and wrote them a paper check and walked around the block to a "real" mailbox to send it.  If they can't verify it's me, I guess they can't verify anybody else to be me, either, so paper, pen and ink it is!  Glad I tried on Saturday, because if I waited for the due date, there would not have been time for the snail mail.

On Sunday I worked on my annual digital "clean-out", fueled by my experience with the IRS website.  It took a while to root out the "how to" but I finally unlinked the Instagram from Facebook, and deleted that Instagram account.  In the process, I found out that some "bot" had logged on as me, from Fort Worth, TX.  Given the linked nature of the accounts, no great wonder the "hack" leaks I've seen.  This could explain some of the goofy things I have seen in terms of "friend" requests that are obvious social attacks.

That's about it for news from here.  I figured I'd best get a blog out there as I haven't had much to write about.  I still have not formed any "restaurant lotions" as we are jokingly calling them this year, thanks to Alicia's voice to text auto correction of "resolutions".  

With or without those lotions, let us take up the notion that the goal of life is to take care of the one and only body and mind we've been issued for existence on this plane, best can do... so that we will be able to do some good for others around us.  Above all, be kind... you have no idea what burden someone else may be carrying at the moment you encounter them.

Life is good, savor it, and Spark on.πŸ”₯πŸ’–





Tuesday, January 4, 2022

2022 is now officially open


Swiped from others... I think it's a beautiful graphic of hope for the year just starting, don't you?

Sunday's high temperature topped out about 20 degrees, but as the sun started dipping toward the horizon, it streamed in the bay window, and The Prisoner got in the spirit of taking advantage of every bit of sun he could find.  In my mind I titled this photo "sunset longings".


The first Monday of the New Year, thoughts naturally turn to what's coming up.  In my life, it's the annual medicalizing, arriving at just the same point as the next surge might start to impact my community.    

Tuesday morning sunrise:

Monday was warmer than those weekend temps, topping out over 40℉.  Tuesday gave more of the same.  The snow is melting.  The temperature is about to plunge again; the wind is howling out there.  Wednesday they are telling us the high with be 9℉.  Which is chillier than Sunday was.  Welcome to our roller coaster ride.  We are entering the time of year where historically we get the coldest temperatures, but we've had these little breaks.

Tuesday is news conference day for the local Public Health department, at which they bring us up to date with the latest in local case counts, hospitalizations, and putting out the pleas to the public by way of the news media covering it... to do our part.  The public schools had been planning on lifting their masking requirement for students and teachers... and announced at the last minute that they changed their mind.

Post-Christmas and New Years... well, things are not looking wonderful.  The Delta variant is not done with us yet, and Omicron has started to arrive.  53% of the cases in Nebraska that have been genetically sequenced recently have turned up Omicron.

I was surprised to see that although our risk dial is now all the way into the Red, the health department is not reimposing the directed health measure.  Leaving masking in public as "strongly recommended".  Unfortunately, in my observation, "strongly recommended" without the requirement leads to a lot of unmasked faces.  


Of course, you all have your own local levels.  Do your best to stay safe where YOU are!  Wednesday, I think I shall hunker down.  Thursday I have my annual appointment with the eye doctor who is monitoring my cataracts and glaucoma.  Friday I have blood work and my medicare "wellness" interview.  Just trying to preserve health so that I am clear to go for these checkups.

Here's to a healthy week for us all, to open the New Year!

Life is good.  Spark on!

Friday, December 24, 2021

Christmas Eve Day

 

Golden brown and ready to go

I had not made these in YEARS.  Seriously, it's been a long time since we had a big enough family gather to justify the work that goes into making them.  As I started getting ready for the effort, I looked high and low and could not find the printed out recipe!

Oh, well, I kind of punt on this one anyway, most years.  But it looks (and tastes) like I got it right.

These are the famous (or infamous) olive filled baked cheese balls.

  

Amounts for those who were asking yesterday, from how I threw it together today:

1 lb. mild cheddar cheese, diced.

3 Tbsp butter (I used lightly salted today, being out of unsalted)

1 cup flour

1/4 to 1/2 tsp ground cayenne pepper

Sift the flour and cayenne together onto the softened cheese and butter.  I cheated this year at this point:  I used the food processor to mix the cheese (diced up), butter (softened), flour and cayenne (sifted together into the mix).

Then you work it into a dough, make balls of the dough, thumb press an olive into each ball, round it out, and bake at 450℉ for 10 minutes until golden brown.






And there you have it... a huge production... but done!  Yield:  2 dozen.  This recipe can be cut in half, by the way.  In fact, it's really doubled from the original which back in the early 1960's called for a blender, not a food processor, to combine.

Now I have to keep them safe from the cats and myself until time to go to the gather.

Rapid test, "if you can get it"

I had one on hand from the last time I tested.  They are saying omicron will only show up at your highest viral load on this one, so test hours ahead, not the day before.

About 1 p.m. I did my BinaxNOW test.  After the 15 minute wait, it came up negative, so I figure I'm safe for the gather at 4!

See you all on the flip side:  A very Merry (and safe, too) Christmas to all!

Be good to yourselves, this one and only Friday December 24, 2021 we'll ever get.  With hopes and prayers that a year from now we won't be having to be quite so careful!

πŸŽ„πŸ•―






Thursday, December 23, 2021

The day before Christmas eve... Cookie baking day!

Also work out with the trainer day.  

My session with him was earlier than usual by a couple of hours, so there was lots of time to prepare for tomorrow.  The plan was to bake today and tell myself these are for the gather, to keep my mitts off them.

What are they?  My brother's favorite cookie:  classic oatmeal scotchies.  Interestingly, they are also my son's favorite.

Before I started in on the baking, I took Dexter for his fill up.  Dexter is my Honda Fit that is doing double duty as the sleigh this season. I'd been procrastinating.  I think this is only the fourth fill-up or maybe the fifth, this year.  It took 8 gallons and cost over $22 USD!  Ouch!  That's with a 42 cent a gallon discount, too.  As I drove by the grocery store I marveled at how full the parking lot was.

At the end of the day, Frosty the demented cookie jar has leftover cookies in his tummy.  You know the ones:  not quite company ready?  A little too burnt, or not taken out a little too soon?  They still taste fine but the best cookies go to the gather, of course!

I got a visit from my younger sis with her dog Benji along for the ride.  She left me a "fish tank" gift (yes, she declared it such, and I have yet to unwrap it at the writing of this blog entry).  I took full advantage of the opportunity to send her home with "red neck Tupperware", i.e. repurposed plastic containers, in this case filled with some of those cookies. 

Yesterday she'd dropped off another gift, that goes with the memory of the day before Thanksgiving.  The tiktok posting of the outing linked here.  The Ace was enthused enough to buy t-shirts - one for her, one for me, opposite colors.  We "mature" ladies don't need a whole lot to amuse us, do we?

A word about TikTok:  it is a medium, it does not create the content.  When I do go over to TikTok (and I don't a whole lot because I get bored with it fairly quickly)... I am generally shown clips of dogs, cats, birds, a hospice nurse whose content I like, a couple of folks that Ace recommended to me, and a hysterical teacher or two.  Somehow I have never seen the videos that make the news as challenges to violence or vandalism.  There is AI buried in this app that shows you things you have reacted positively to, not things you have scrolled on by.

After dabbling making the tiktok in the link above, I made another one on Thanksgiving morning, the making of the pumpkin pie.  Then I have pretty much given it up.  I have decided that video is not a medium for me.  Some folks are really good at this stuff, but for me, it's a lot of work, and not much reward.  It's just not a high or a thrill, other than to determine that if I wanted to do so, I could.  But as they say, never say never.  And I do enjoy the comic folks, including the Bone or No Bones pug, Noodle, and the aspirational Mrs. Space Cadet, who trained for and then ran the NYC Marathon this year, raising money for the Michael J. Fox Foundation.

Tomorrow's plan:  

Make baked cheese balls.  A family classic.  I already diced the cheese, which is only step 1, and am leaving it on the counter overnight to soften.  The plan is to make these close to the last minute, and carry them to the gather trying to preserve their heat?  Or... plan B:  make them early, and request to have them zapped in the microwave at the host home.  I've done both in years past.

Dexter has already been loaded with the wrapped gifts, just to make sure I don't leave any behind!  I even popped the cookie containers in his back seat.  

Christmas eve supper with son, his girlfriend, and her parents.  The same group as got together at Thanksgiving.  Then Christmas day will be at homne, quiet, recovery day... at least that's the plan!

The Pep Talk:

Even holidays are worth being smart about our choices.  Health is the best gift we can give ourselves, and that means following safe practices about how many people and which ones we surround ourselves with, in this time of surging Covid 19 cases, the second Christmas in a row.  At least this year we're not holding on for our fingernails waiting for vaccines to become available.  Many of us already have taken them, in my case three shots over time.  With the added transmissibility of the Omicron variant, better masks are a good idea.  

And with a small gather of fully vaccinated and boosted folks, I feel I'm doing what I can, and doggone it, I'm ready for Christmas!

Whatever your plans and choices, savor and enjoy however you celebrate.  It is the season of peace, good will toward all.  Let's keep that purpose in our hearts and do our best to show it in our actions, this special time of year!

Life is good.  Spark on!  Merry Christmas!  Happy Festivus!  Happy Kwanzaa!  And best wishes to last into the upcoming New Year.

Friday, November 19, 2021

New things as the world spins

 Life goes on... 

This morning I left my house with the thought of going to the bank's ATM to deposit a tiny little check that showed up in my mail yesterday.  Yes, a physical check.  Haven't seen one of those in, well, a while.  I have written some (the kid who mows my grass, the dentist...) since the pandemic hit, but this is the first one that came to me.  Everything is electronic these days.  I have not even spent all the cash that I withdrew to use as tips in March 2020!  I have gone to all on-line.  No touch credit cards, ordering and paying online, etc. has accellerated, even for many of us senior citizens.

I figured I might even dash into the grocery store and get some bananas (I'm out) and brussels sprouts, in case they have some better looking ones, because I plan to roast some for our little Thanksgiving get-together.  But as I turned the corner toward both goals, I saw flashing lights.  There has apparently been some kind of accident where the grocery turn in is, and the fire engine and other emergency vehicles are up there, flashing away.

Re-setting, I turned toward the bank drive-thru.  When I got there, all the drive-thru windows were marked CLOSED, and the ATM had extra protective rails around it... and... I chickened out, turned the other way, and came on home.  (Turns out it was just before they opened... when I drove by later, the drive-thru windows were open.)

At the time though, that meant I was about to be pushed in another direction.  Another nudge of accelleration toward the future (the present for the young folks in the world).  For the first time evah, as the kids would say, I used the bank's mobile app on my phone to deposit a check!

I had used the mobile check in app for my doctor's office last year, so I could see the advantages of such a thing.  I mean, using the phone's camera, that one would record my insurance card.  Why shouldn't a bank be able to do the same with a photo of your endorsed check?

And I could be safe at home.  I still haven't explored the feature that allows one to pay other ordinary people from the phone.  Nor have I set up the other phone as payment features, but I understand the Scandanavian countries have been paying with their phones for several years already.  I know it is how "the kids" pay for parking meters downtown, but I have yet to do that, either!

... as the case counts surge


One of the motivations for coming home lies in being in a "lagging" state that is only now surging with the rest of the upper midwest, in terms of Covid 19 cases.  Thursday we posted the highest case count identification, locally, since the beginning of the pandemic, according to the local news.  Of course, most of these are either people who have not been vaccinated, or those whose vaccination was more than six months ago, and they had not yet gotten a booster.  Still, as an "older" person, it's a scary time.

I have gone back to picking up my groceries curbside again, for the most part, in the past two weeks.  I don't feel particulary unsafe, though.  I am fully vaccinated and boosted.  I feel that I am choosing the people I am around unmasked carefully, and otherwise, if indoors or in a crowd, I mask.  I have done what I can, and I don't feel any more at risk than if there were a bad flu season.  I have perhaps become more cautious over the course of the past year and a half about these things, but it feels more normal now.  Adapting.

And the pep talk!

Time to get out there and live our lives, eh?  Best can do, this one and only Friday, November 19, 2021 we'll ever get.  Fuel for our bodies, activity for our minds, inspiration for our souls.

Oh, and yesterday I opened my mailbox and found out my old work team has not forgotten me... a card signed by the gang!  Made me smile... and ponder what nasty little bug they found in my code that made them think of me!  

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Nature, seasons, and us


Sunset last night, in the suburbs in which I live.

I looked out my bay window at sunset last night and had to step out on the porch to snap a photo of the sky.  Ah, a great image to end the day!

Speaking of ending the day, it's getting dark oh, so early of late.  My mom used to talk about shifting into hibernation mode as the darker months advanced.  I kind of do the same thing.  It's easier to cozy up to a streaming TV thing, or dive into a book, and just snuggle in for the day/night.

Soon I will have to get out, though, hopefully during one of the warmer days we've been promised, and fix THIS:




It would seem that some of the big winds lately have decided to start deconstructing my deck rail fencing.  This simply must be put to rights before I can have Carl over again!  He would wriggle right through and play hide and seek in the whole neighborhood!




Thank goodness, the board did not go far.  It's mild enough right now that I'm going to interrupt this blog to go out with my hammer and nails and give it a shot at a fix.






And, done.  Carl will not attempt to escape when it looks like this.    



He should be due to come visit next weekend, and I feel better having got this particular repair completed.







Meanwhile, in the news this week:

Humans aren't the only ones who can get seriously ill from the Covid 19 virus.  Two Sumatran tigers survived it, the three snow leopards did not.  This was at our Children's zoo.  Just announced Friday.  We've known they'd come down with it since mid-October, and the zoo staff did their best to tend them... but... sadly, the precious cats died.

I also saw on the news that the local white tail deer are coming down with the virus and spreading it amongst themselves.  As in wild herds!  Not a good thing.  Apparently these studies involving the deer and other wild animals have gone on for a while, and the most recent ones have come out this past week.  

So, keep on being careful, people!  However you define that.

Whatever you decide, one day at a time, let it be "best can do", and it will be enough.  This is life, this one and only Sunday, November 14, 2021 we'll ever get.  And life is goodSpark on!


Thursday, October 7, 2021

RosesareBlue wants to know...

How long have you had your trainer?  How did that start compared to going to a group class somewhere?

I have been working with this particular trainer (Gary) since the end of my working days, December of 2017.  I started as part of a small group class of fellow triathlon club members with him, then when I retired, I signed on for individual sessions.

This is not the first personal trainer I have worked with.  I have also done group classes at times in the past.  It's a matter of fitting your needs and preferences to what's available at your local gyms.

The first personal trainer I hired was not for me, but for my son, when he was a teenager.  My son was struggling with the life transition associated with becoming an adult, i.e. a high school aged kid.  A doctor suggested personal training for him, so we joined a gym, and hired a trainer for him.

I was resistant to the idea for myself, though.  At the time, I was obese, and strength training wasn't my cuppa tea, nor were exercise classes!  But because I had to take my son to his trainer appointments (he didn't drive yet at the time)... I went along and used the cardio machines at the gym.  As often is the case, being more active made me feel better, and I dropped a few pounds.  

It was at least four years before I hired a trainer for myself.  I bought a "package" of six sessions at the gym, and we spread them out, so that those six sessions lasted three months.  During that time, my first trainer designed workouts for me introducing a new one with each session.  She gave me homework to do these workouts in rotation.  I did this off and on over the years, buying a "package" of sessions at whatever gym I belonged to, when I wanted a new set of workouts.  Usually every couple or three years.  I'd give them to myself as a birthday present.

After having worked with a trainer, I dipped my toe into group classes, from time to time over the years.  I grew in confidence, but they never did become my go-to form of exercise.  I liked working one on one better.

About five or six years ago I changed how I worked out with trainers.  Beginning during the time I was running and doing triathlon training, I found I needed a little more "oomph" to the motivation to work out with strength training.  Starting with "the Boy Wonder", a very young trainer named Dalton, I discovered trainers who would custom design the workouts each time.  I'd just show up and ask, "what are we doing today?" and they would have a variety of exercises just for that one session.  I scheduled this kind of session at least once a week.  Later, it moved up to twice a week.

Dalton was like that.  Later, BJ was like that, too.  BJ was my "recovery" trainer, when I'd had my fall and concussion in November, 2016.  She was an athlete who did obstacle courses.  She was not a young thing, but a single mom, with three kids... someone who had fought the battle of the scale herself, and won.  At our first meeting, my request to her was that during my recovery, when I was forbidden the bike, I did not want to "lose the awesome" of my triathlete days.  My goal was to run the Buffalo run, a five mile footrace, in September, 2017. BJ did her research, so that she designed workouts that would support my swimming, my biking when I'd be able to get back to it, and of course running.

At some point, BJ left the gym and passed me on to another young trainer named Chelsea.  Chelsea kept upping my weights without showing me what she was having me lift!  

Interestingly, I am still Facebook friends with all three of these trainers, and vicariously watched them get married, have children, and in the case of BJ, even ran a couple of events that she also ran, even beyond the trainer/client relationship.  One of the benefits of hiring a personal trainer is the relationship you build, the goals you share with them... it's customized to YOU, it's not just "a Zumba class" or "a yoga session"... it's a true partnership to achieve specific goals.

After getting through the triathlon season in 2017, I was preparing to retire from the workplace.  I thought I wanted to do more in triathlon, and that's when I moved over to Gary, who is a level II certified triathlon coach.  He's raced Kona (years ago)... for those who don't know, Kona is where they host the Ironman World Championship long course triathlon, a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, followed by a full 26.2 mile marathon run.  It's the race that hooked me on the sport.  Gary is a local treasure.

Gary understands the aging human body (an important feature for me), and he trains not just me, but several other senior women who mainly want to remain functionally fit and active as we continue to ripen!  His little boutique style gym turned out to be a total blessing during the pandemic, as it's easier to control and know that health standards are being met.  It's been hard on his business, at once point he told me he'd lost 60% of his business at the gym during the worst of 2020!  But I'm glad the gym has survived, and I hope it stays as long as I might need it.

A gray misty morning in the suburbs

Hope that answers your questions, RosesAreBlue!  Probably more than you wanted to know, but there it is!

As for today, status and the pep talk:

Post-vaccination, I did not sleep well.  I felt chills while trying to go to sleep, and later, around midnight, warm.  Took temperature, and it was 99.9℉, which for me is a low grade fever.  So I popped another Tylenol.  I repeated this at 5:15 a.m. as I was getting up, when it read 99.5℉.  I've been tired this morning.  But:  no headache, and breathing well... so I'm thinking I go work out this morning with Gary, but ask him to take it easy on me.

It's a foggy morning, but starting to burn off, with little peeks of sunshine starting to appear.

So... here we go... pacing ourselves to how the body is willing/able to contribute to the effort, let's do our best to make decisions that support our health, mental, physical, and spiritual, on this one and only Thursday, October 7, 2021 we'll ever get.  Bless us with knowing what ever effort we put in is sufficient for the day.  Peace be with us, Life is Good, Spark on!

✨πŸŽ‡πŸ’–πŸ”₯πŸ’‰



Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Listening to music

 I have once again turned off the news

I ventured out as planned this morning, to get my third dose of the Pfizer Covid-19 vaccine.

It was at the big arena, downtown, the "booster" clinic was.  This is the same place I went for both shot #1 and #2, back in March.  But as you can see from the waiting area, there was "no crowding".  The first one, we had a hard time keeping that 6 feet of "social distance" there were so many of us.

From that one, I learned that the philosophy of "first appointment of the day" was not a good one for such events, and started taking slightly later ones, when getting in and getting out was so smooth.  The RN who gave me shot #3 was the same one who poked me with shot #1... she recognized her own handwriting on my little card.  

After I got home, I took a Tylenol, as directed by the nurse at my doctor's office when I asked about whether it was OK to keep my appointment today.  Since I had a fever in reaction to shot #2, she said the doctor said to take Tylenol before getting the shot.  I didn't, because I didn't want it affecting my temperature for the check... but took it as soon as I got home.  I kept hearing different advice about this from different sources, and did the "experiment of one" this way.

So far I feel fine, except of course for having flipped on the news at lunch time, and finding myself face to face with coverage of yet another school shooting, this time in Texas.  So I turned it off, came upstairs, and put on a calming piano music playlist.

"if ignorance were bliss, 't were folly to be wise"... The old Shakespeare quote actually argues for wisdom, as it's a conditional.  Still, I think I'm going to choose restful ignorance, because getting stressed out does NOT help!

Take good care of you!

Once again, let us make the best of this one and only Wednesday, October 6, 2021 we'll ever get.  Remember to be kind to yourself, whatever decisions or road you choose.  The choices we make, even little ones, deserve credit.  And we deserve some rest so that in turn we have the inner calm needed to help others in this crazy world and time we inhabit.  Peace be unto you... Life is Good.  Spark on!  ✨πŸŽ‡πŸ’–πŸ”₯


Monday, October 4, 2021

What are those things?


What are those things?

I had a hard time getting Rubia to pose...  She was sleeping, and I grouped the mini-pumpkins next to her, so of course she moved and gave me a dirty look.

The medical / health adventures

I've been dealing with my seasonal woes since last Friday overnight.  Mainly swollen sinus, headache, and draining (runny nose).  One of the things I noticed in reviewing my 12 years of Sparkpeople blogs was how often I blogged about having been ill with this sort of thing.  But then again, 12 years of twice a year, would add up to at least 24 blogs, more if it lingers and I whine!

Anyway, this resulted in my deciding on the better part of valor, considering the overlap with Covid-19 symptoms that such things have.  I have read/seen enough horror stories of folks "assuming" allergies and then passing Covid along to others, so I bowed out of the planned miniature golf trip on Saturday.  It looks like they had a great time, even without me, so I'm glad I took the high road.

Facebook is down or I might have swiped one of several snapshots of the crew down enjoying a classic course, owned by one of son's GF's parents' friends.  It was GF's mom's birthday celebration, and on Sunday we did a contact free package swap on the porch so the flavored coffee I ordered for her mom would get delivered.  They dropped off a cupcake (carrot cake) and the mini-pumpkins pictured above as a treat for me.

I was feeling somewhat better yesterday afternoon and had visions of waking up clear this morning, but that was not to be.  With my third covid shot (otherwise referred to as the "booster" but some health folks are saying Pfizer is really a 3-dose vaccine, anyway) scheduled for Wednesday, I decided I wanted to know for sure that it's not covid, and went to the Urgent Care for the test.  They concluded it's not with the rapid antigen test, results in 15 minutes.  They sent me home with instructions on how to care for a cold, which I pretty much know, anyway, as do all of you.  Our individual remedies might vary slightly, based on individual differences, but by the time we reach "my age", we pretty much know how our own bodies react.  She said I was doing all the right things, keep it up.

She also referred me back to my regular primary care provider to answer the question about "how long after my symptoms go away should I wait before getting shot #3?".  I waited out the on hold phone call to talk to a nurse at that office, and she looked up the CDC guidance and couldn't find the answer, so was going to message the doctor, and I'm waiting on a call back.  Deal is, if I'm all better tomorrow, would it be OK to take the shot on Wednesday, or should I cancel the appointment for the shot and wait a week or two before re-upping for it?  I'm OK either way, just checking!

Covid has changed how we deal with these things a bit, since the research on it is still ongoing.  More up-front checking, less "going anyway and assuming allergies", better protection of the community beyond my front door.  Welcome to the Golden rule as applied in this day and age.

The good news amidst the other:

These things usually end any binge-y behavior, and this episode was no different.  I'm back on a healthier eating style again, although today is the first day of tracking again.  First day spending hours upright, too.

Here's hoping my fellow Spark refugees are making good decisions for your health this one and only Monday, October 4, 2021 we'll ever get!  I can't believe it's October already.  But, regardless, LIFE is good!  Spark on!  ✨πŸ’–πŸŽ‡πŸ”₯

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