Friday early in the morning: Ducking in real quick to answer the morning’s most frequent questions.
The name of the character is Zigfrid, and she has a problem. What a surprise.
The caricatures of Steve and me hanging on the wall in one of the photos I posted yesterday are by Howard Taylor, creator of Schlock Mercenary. They were done at Denvention, the 66th World Science Fiction Convention, in Denver.
In that same photo, Rookie is not scared or angry. His tail is always like that.
And! Not a question, but an observation. I’ve been listening to Black Cats (soft) Jazz on Youtube, and like it very much. The cats don’t seem to like jazz, but I’m hoping it’ll grow on them, acknowledging that jazz is, like a Certain Professor, an Acquired Taste. Steve, for instance, loved him some blues, gypsy jazz, and fusion, most of which does not work for me.
All that said — onward! I’ll check back in, post-flu-shot.
Friday, post-flu-shot: Well. That was . . . an adventure.
An adventure, yes.
So, while I was getting my flu shot, I asked the nice young pharmacist when I could get reboosted on the COVID vaccine, the last booster I had being March. He kind of looked at the ceiling and said, kind of apologetic, “Well, see, the CDC isn’t making recommendations any more.” “Yes,” I said, “but aside that.” Weeeelllll, aside that, they don’t have, that is, they just can’t give, or well, actually — I need a prescription from my doctor stating that it is “medically necessary. “Otherwise,” said the pharmacist, “I’d give you one today. It’s been six months. I’m sorry; it’s really inconvenient.”
Well, no. I mean, yes, it is inconvenient, but they’re going to kill people. Already have killed people. And are So. Very. Proud. of Themselves.
I HATE this timeline.
I did some grocery shopping after getting my shot, and STILL there was no candied ginger on the shelf, so after I finished my business with Uncle Hannaford, I went down to Uncle Dean’s, and had my choice of several bags on the shelf. Which is why we need a natural market in town.
I’m home now, and everything put away. Next up is sitting down with some ice on my back and reading a chapter of my book, then! Lunch, and then?
To work.
Today’s blog post title from Tom Petty, “Learning to Fly.”
Cat pics and embroidery project The Next:
Several months ago I was complaining that commercial ginger ale (pop / soda) was just too sweet these days. So I started to wonder if I could make homemade ginger syrup and then make my own ginger ale by using a can of carbonated water and my homemade syrup. Thus controlling the sweetness. Well it worked and I find it settles my stomach like nothing else. Its really easy to do. Grate fresh ginger (including skin) until you have 1 cup of grated ginger into a medium pot. Add 1-2 strips of orange peel. Cover with 1.5 cups water. Bring to a simmer and simmer for 10-15 min. I then strain the liquid through a fine mesh strainer to remove solids. Return liquid to pot, add 1 cup sugar and cook until dissolved. Pour into jar to cool. You now have ginger simple syrup. I add 1-2 tablespoons to a glass of carbonated water (or to taste) for a very nice beverage. When my stomach is really upset I just take a spoonful of the syrup directly. Ginger syrup will keep in the refrigerator for several weeks. Something to try is your feeling Kitchen Witchy.
In the mode of offering information that may prove helpful:
I walked into a Walgreens drugstore in Michigan and got a Covid shot + a flu shot this past Sunday.
No questions asked.
No doctor’s orders involved.
No cash changed hands.
It is my local drugstore where I have gotten shots in the past, which may have helped ease my way.
Also
I believe that CDC still recommends shots for people 65 and older and especially for people with preexisting conditions such as heart issues.
May you find a less arduous path to getting what you need??(better not turn that into a question mark, you naughty algorithm you!)
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My previous comment ended with 2 encouraging heart exclamation points which the unkind algorithm replaced with 2 befuddling question marks.
Accept no substituted!
Sorry about that.
Claire