Time for the yearly review, when I tell you about all the fun I’ve had all year. Or more recently, I tally up the ceaseless, joyless, parade of events that add up to zero-sum days of meaningless survival. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
Pandemic
At the beginning of the year I was being bumped further down the vaccine list until I finally got a vaccine a mere week earlier than the healthy hoi polloi. At the end of the year I first heard that I might get monoclonal antibodies, and I was excited. Since then everything changed: true, I’ll be getting the AstraZeneca monoclonal antibodies, a six month dose to give me immunity … just as soon as they make it, six months from now.
Creative Pursuits: The Bathroom
After years of stasis, the medical bathroom collection grew. I acquired some cute little brain soaps, then bigger, better brain soaps, and then the small brains moved to a wee little brain pan. (Speaking of wee little things, say hello to my little friend, the teeny speculum.) From the smallest to the largest: the largest thing in the bathroom is now the new chart of epithelial cells.
Creative Pursuits: The Novel
It started with bits of index cards and tiny magnets, and now it’s a first draft.
Creative Pursuits: The Paintings
This year I painted bologna peonies, the dog bank (again), boats, nude salt shakers, a pansy, cliffs, birdbaths, sundials, a buffalo , and rounding out the year where I started, a pitcher of peonies.
Purchases
When the Mini Cooper got sick, we bought a new Electric Mini that I still haven’t tried to parallel park.
Amusements
None. No movies out, no concerts, no opera, and due to other obligations no Steven Page Zoom concerts, and of course no vacation. However, I do have one night a week I watch streaming shows with a friend, and I can recommend Baking Impossible.
You know it’s been a bad year when I haven’t searched for any of the year-end review specials. That said, I enjoyed Death to 2020 on Netflix last year. Perhaps they’ll do that again. (Later: Ooo! They did. Not as enjoyable.)
Ugh, 2021, second verse same as the first. Good riddance to you.