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This WEEK, though
Sep. 23rd, 2021 10:37 amSo Monday morning I hit that squirrel.
Tuesday was that vaguebooked incident where I became very grateful for first aid/cpr training.
Wednesday was relatively uneventful (hold your breath).
So how about this morning. I vaguely woke up at some point in the middle of the night because of a lot of sirens. Then I woke up again about 10 minutes before the alarm went off because of the smoke smell. Another house somewhere in the neighborhood must have caught on fire last night, is all I can figure. (I guess at least I don't have a loss of sense of smell right now?). Closed all the windows and doors. I'm not good at breathing smoke, turns out.
Got to the boathouse, and one of the two porta-johns had been tipped over. That's actually the first time I've seen that happen in the time I've been here, but I'm sure it's happened before.
We were going to row in small boats this morning. My doubles partner and I got our boat down to the dock when we heard someone already out on the far side of the river blowing their safety whistle: one of the doubles that had already launched had flipped! Thankfully, one of the rowers in the boat is an open-water swimmer and trained rescue diver, so they actually swam their double all the way back across the river to get back into it and make it back out for practice. They even said it was fun. What a champ!
Meanwhile, we got our double launched and gathered with two other doubles and a quad, where we then learned that stroke seat in the quad was having troubles with a stuck seat. Uh-oh. I managed to maneuver our double over to a position where I was able to help stroke seat get the seat unstuck. Hooray, practice saved! If you know anything about rowing shells, you should realize that it's something of a trick to get them close together like that, but we did it.
Then we managed to get in some rowing. Yay! On our way back to the dock, I glanced over and there was a rainbow.
At this point, though, I'm not going to believe that this week is done with me until it's actually the weekend.
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Meanwhile, pandemic thoughts, as posted in a comment elsejournal.
I'm going to keep thinking about my friend with that 7-year pandemic time estimate when it comes to masking. I am not doing a perfect job of masking indoors but am doing the best I can.
We just have to come to grips with the fact that the majority of Americans are dumb, impatient, and lazy. Even ones we might hope were otherwise.
I'm still thinking about those false narratives about Covid "becoming endemic" and less virulent over time. I think people who don't know much about evolutionary processes do not fully understand that it remains entirely possible that virulence could remain the same or could increase, as with Delta. And just because something "becomes endemic" does NOT mean you want to or should relax precautions (hello, malaria! and more).
Tuesday was that vaguebooked incident where I became very grateful for first aid/cpr training.
Wednesday was relatively uneventful (hold your breath).
So how about this morning. I vaguely woke up at some point in the middle of the night because of a lot of sirens. Then I woke up again about 10 minutes before the alarm went off because of the smoke smell. Another house somewhere in the neighborhood must have caught on fire last night, is all I can figure. (I guess at least I don't have a loss of sense of smell right now?). Closed all the windows and doors. I'm not good at breathing smoke, turns out.
Got to the boathouse, and one of the two porta-johns had been tipped over. That's actually the first time I've seen that happen in the time I've been here, but I'm sure it's happened before.
We were going to row in small boats this morning. My doubles partner and I got our boat down to the dock when we heard someone already out on the far side of the river blowing their safety whistle: one of the doubles that had already launched had flipped! Thankfully, one of the rowers in the boat is an open-water swimmer and trained rescue diver, so they actually swam their double all the way back across the river to get back into it and make it back out for practice. They even said it was fun. What a champ!
Meanwhile, we got our double launched and gathered with two other doubles and a quad, where we then learned that stroke seat in the quad was having troubles with a stuck seat. Uh-oh. I managed to maneuver our double over to a position where I was able to help stroke seat get the seat unstuck. Hooray, practice saved! If you know anything about rowing shells, you should realize that it's something of a trick to get them close together like that, but we did it.
Then we managed to get in some rowing. Yay! On our way back to the dock, I glanced over and there was a rainbow.
At this point, though, I'm not going to believe that this week is done with me until it's actually the weekend.
-
Meanwhile, pandemic thoughts, as posted in a comment elsejournal.
I'm going to keep thinking about my friend with that 7-year pandemic time estimate when it comes to masking. I am not doing a perfect job of masking indoors but am doing the best I can.
We just have to come to grips with the fact that the majority of Americans are dumb, impatient, and lazy. Even ones we might hope were otherwise.
I'm still thinking about those false narratives about Covid "becoming endemic" and less virulent over time. I think people who don't know much about evolutionary processes do not fully understand that it remains entirely possible that virulence could remain the same or could increase, as with Delta. And just because something "becomes endemic" does NOT mean you want to or should relax precautions (hello, malaria! and more).
