Tuesday morning, I had my second COVID-19 vaccine shot. Hip hip HURRAH! Bill and I have each had the two shots, so by time we leave on March 10 for Denver, we will be pretty darn safe to go. I will admit that there was a time in the past couple of months when I didn’t think it would ever happen. But once things settled down, making the appointment became a bit easier. And once the appointment was made, getting the shot was a piece of cake. I’m lucky in that I didn’t really have any side effects from either shot. It’s still unbelievable to me that in less than a year, we went through a pandemic (still are, to be fair), created a vaccine, and have millions of people already vaccinated. USA ROCKS!
Bun in the Oven
Don’t panic. My 68-year-old self is not pregnant, nor is anyone that I know. But yesterday, I literally had buns in the oven. In my neverending quest to perfect my bread-making abilities, I gave hamburger buns another chance. I served them last night with sloppy joes, and they were pretty good. Not hockey pucks like my last effort. Still, I have a ways to go until I’m completely satisfied. They’re pretty, though, aren’t they?…..
Thar She Blows
Yesterday afternoon, suddenly the wind came up. I’m no meteorologist, but I’ll bet there were gusts of 30-40 mph. Things were flying around our back yard. We had our two camp chairs that Bill had put up for the movie night that never happened. They both went flying. It reminded me of the cartoon that shows the toppled-over chair with the heading: We Will Rebuild. Yesterday was also the warmest day so far this year. The high hit 87 degrees. Yikes.
Handwriting’s On The Wall
Yesterday, my brother sent me a copy of a resume he received for a baker’s job. It was handwritten on notebook paper that had been torn out of a tablet. Oi vey. It’s true, however, that keyboarding isn’t very important when it comes to baking. I, for example, can type 80-90 wpm, and yet I can’t make hamburger buns. Still, it’s interesting that my grandkids have trouble reading cursive. What will they do when it’s time to read my old recipe cards from my mom?…..