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90 minutes to no vaccine
Apr. 14th, 2021 10:12 pmI was so proud of myself yesterday when I jumped at the signal from the Massachusetts Twitter bot that lets you know when vaccines come available. I got one for me! And then one for Wakanomori, for today .... But his was in Great Barrington and mine was in North Adams... which are both about 90 minutes away. Self, if you are going to jump on vaccines, maybe jump on ones that are just a little bit closer?
But what was done was done, so we both gamely set aside pressing work and drove into the Berkshires--him to the south, me to the north. I saw many interesting sights** on my way, but pressed ahead, not stopping for photos, as I was on a mission, and in this manner got to my destination. And! the doors! were! locked! No one was about!
I looked at the reservation again. It was for THURSDAY. Ninety minutes for nothing, and now another 90 minutes back. At that moment my phone rang. It was Wakanomori. His appointment wasn't until Saturday.
Friends, pay attention when you fling yourself into booking a vaccine.
I canceled the Thursday booking. I don't feel like another three-hour round trip drive, especially as tomorrow is supposed to be chilly rain. I will fling myself at more proximate vaccine opportunities.
**However, on the ride back I was able to photograph almost all the wondrous sights I had seen on the way over. They included:
-- A quite large rock, contemplating its field. If you've read Ann Leckie's The Raven Tower, it looks like how I imagine the protagonist.
--Some very fine cattle, with magnificent horns, chilling:
--A rocket ship, because why the hell not, I guess? Don't look too closely at the message on the rocket.
Best of all, though, was a sandhill crane who sauntered across the road in front of me, elegant as you please with his handsome red mask and his fine legs. Sadly he did not wait around for my return journey to be photographed, but I found this photo, taken by Steve Heaslip for the Cape Cod Times, showing essentially what my crane looked like, though mine was walking in the opposite direction:
Here's the pond he came from:
A cool thing I saw but didn't photograph:
--a massive tractor-trailer that had splashed across its length: TRIBE EXPRESS: A NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN OWNED BUSINESS. So that's pretty cool.
Something I learned: Susan B. Anthony was born in Adams, MA. Not North Adams, but Adams. But you want to know who was born in North Adams? Me!
It was a pretty blissy day, really, considering that it included three wasted hours and no vaccine.
But what was done was done, so we both gamely set aside pressing work and drove into the Berkshires--him to the south, me to the north. I saw many interesting sights** on my way, but pressed ahead, not stopping for photos, as I was on a mission, and in this manner got to my destination. And! the doors! were! locked! No one was about!
I looked at the reservation again. It was for THURSDAY. Ninety minutes for nothing, and now another 90 minutes back. At that moment my phone rang. It was Wakanomori. His appointment wasn't until Saturday.
Friends, pay attention when you fling yourself into booking a vaccine.
I canceled the Thursday booking. I don't feel like another three-hour round trip drive, especially as tomorrow is supposed to be chilly rain. I will fling myself at more proximate vaccine opportunities.
**However, on the ride back I was able to photograph almost all the wondrous sights I had seen on the way over. They included:
-- A quite large rock, contemplating its field. If you've read Ann Leckie's The Raven Tower, it looks like how I imagine the protagonist.
--Some very fine cattle, with magnificent horns, chilling:
--A rocket ship, because why the hell not, I guess? Don't look too closely at the message on the rocket.
Best of all, though, was a sandhill crane who sauntered across the road in front of me, elegant as you please with his handsome red mask and his fine legs. Sadly he did not wait around for my return journey to be photographed, but I found this photo, taken by Steve Heaslip for the Cape Cod Times, showing essentially what my crane looked like, though mine was walking in the opposite direction:
Here's the pond he came from:
A cool thing I saw but didn't photograph:
--a massive tractor-trailer that had splashed across its length: TRIBE EXPRESS: A NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN OWNED BUSINESS. So that's pretty cool.
Something I learned: Susan B. Anthony was born in Adams, MA. Not North Adams, but Adams. But you want to know who was born in North Adams? Me!
It was a pretty blissy day, really, considering that it included three wasted hours and no vaccine.
