The Second Shot

 How the heck are you?  I'm a little tired.  Yesterday I got the second Pfizer shot.  I didn't feel bad, but I did fall asleep in my recliner, while desperately trying to finish a New Yorker so I could get it off my unread pile, so I took a nap.  Today I don't feel bad, but since the air is cold and the wind is really up, I'm taking one more day off.  It's sort of a bummer, tomorrow is supposed to be the really windy day, so quite likely there will be no riding then, either.  Perhaps a restorative walk in the desert will be in the works.

Apparently all of the people waving the orange flags, checking you in and running the vaccination site are volunteers.  My hat goes off to them, always cheerful, very nice, they congratulate you on the second shot and check on you in the 15 minute holding area.  Bottled water and saltines are available for those who would like some.  

We saw this car on the way to the vaccination site.  It's beautifully restored.  Jim identifies this as a 1957 Thunderbird.  It got in front of us on Ajo, reminding us once again how wonderful emission controls really are.  The older cars smell bad.

The UofA vaccine POD is growing.  There are more tents than there were last time.  They are ramping up to go 7x24 once more vaccine is available.  FEMA offered the state 250,000 doses and the state declined, not wanting interferance by the federal government.  Chuck Huckleberry said it best when he said he could not understand the logic of that.  I can, our governor is an idiot.  Anyway, now Pima country is trying to get the doses, because they have capacity to give them.  They also have a pretty good website.

This was definitely not here last time.  I would have remembered this.  Exactly what is a restroom suite?

We took 4th Avenue towards home.  Coming out of the street that goes underneath the rail line we saw this.  It's all new.  Apparently rents and home prices are skyrocketing in Tucson, which is bringing investors to the area, which in turn causes the prices to increase.

Jim just returned from Lowe's, he commented that ordering from Amazon is better than going out for stuff.

Last week there was hiking and biking.  This is a terrible picture, they were far away.  If you look carefully, there are four people on horseback on the trail.  It's a really rocky, uneven trail.  No one is wearing a helmet.  The one horse woman I know has gone to a helmet, deciding that horses have a mind of their own and they might hurt you.

The hopseeds are putting on a great bloom this year.  I had to cut some branches off to get them off the ground.  The blossoms weigh them down. 

On the 19th I cut the bougainvillea back.  I have no idea how I'm supposed to do that.  The internet is surprisingly uninformative.

There is a bee in the lemon blossom.

The orange tree has a lot of blossoms this year, compared to last year.  Both of those are next door. 

The shooting of the eight people in Georgia has been joined by a shooting in Boulder, CO.  The only data thus far is that it was done by a man.  Given the fact that he was taken alive, I'm assuming he was white.  I saw the quote below somewhere, and it reminded me of the death of Sarah Everard in the UK, and the deaths of the women in Florida, and all of the other deaths of women at the hands of men. 

Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, "They are afraid women will laugh at them." When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, "We're afraid of being killed."