Month: December 2021
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Covid at School
Well, it happened. We got notice from the school that a person, who has tested positive for Covid, had been in the kid’s classroom on Friday of last week, and as such, and could have possibly come in contact with our kid, and all the students. As such, unvaccinated children, though the kid has received one shot she is not considered fully vaccinated, are to take part in remote learning. The vaccinated children are allowed to return to school, if they desire. We were also informed that being the possible exposure happened on 12/17, and it normally takes five to eight days for symptoms to appear, that means the kid would start showing signs, if infected, from 12/22 to 12/25.
Merry Christmas!
As such, the kid is home today. This would have been the last day of school before winter break. The kids were to have a party with pizza and watch movies. You know, like the last day of school before a vacation should be; no learning, just having fun.
So, the kid is pretty upset. Not about possibly getting covid, but about missing her party and friends.
The good news is that we are day two of symptoms could show up, and nothing has shown up yet. The bad news is that we are had plans to go out, and we clearly aren’t going to be doing them now. The wife and I are fully vaccinated, but still it doesn’t seem very wise for us to go hang out in public. There are a few errands that need to be run, though.
So, this is Christmas, 2021!
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Tooth Fairy: Redux
So, last night, the kid had a wiggly tooth. And she is at the age where teeth are getting wiggly. She spent about five minutes in the bathroom, and then she announced that this tooth was ready to come out.
I thought that would be the end of it, just identifying that a tooth was lose and ready to give way. But no, the kid gave it a good yank, and out popped her little tooth. She was very proud as she held it up for us to see, wrapped in bloody toilet paper.
This all happened about 30 minutes before her bedtime, and my first thought was that we don’t have any cash. I panicked; I can admit it. I started into a story about if the Tooth Fairy doesn’t get enough notice she might not arrive. I got a very strange look from the wife and kid.
When I got a second alone with the wife, I told her how I didn’t have any cash, so I couldn’t put a dollar under her pillow. But, the wife did in fact, have a dollar in her purse, and all was well.
We got out the little pillow that we put teeth in for the Fairy, and made sure it was in a good spot so she could find it. And off we drifted to sleep, the kid smiling, as she was going to be visited by the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause in the same week. What an amazing time to be a child and a magical being.
And then I totally forgot.
I failed at my duty as the Tooth Fairy.
The failure was total and complete as the kid got up in the morning, holding the tooth pillow that still contained her tooth, and she looked at me and ask, “Why? Why didn’t the Tooth Fairy come?”
“Well,” I scrambled for something to say. I thought I should return to my previous idea of the tooth coming out too late in the evening…
“Is she made at me?” the kid asked.
Total failure as a father. And the kid was pretty upset. The wife and I snuggled the kid on the couch. Luckily, my wife once got skipped by the Tooth Fairy when she was a kid, so we had a precedent we could fall back on.
But man. I really dropped the ball on this one. I have set a reminder on my phone, so I don’t screw it up for a second night.
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First Day of Winter
I couldn’t sleep last night, or I guess, more accurately, this morning. It was about 4:30am when I looked at my phone to see what time it was, and I wanted to try to get back to sleep. I tried. I rolled over to a different position, but it didn’t help. It was too hot in bed, I couldn’t get comfortable, and my beard was very itchy. By 5:30, I had to admit that I was awake and that I wouldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t want to wake anyone, so I went to the office, and sat down with my journal.
I could hear classical music coming from my daughter’s room, as she listens to that now, to help her fall asleep. The music plays all night, and there is something very innocent and endearing about it. That the kid is starting her own music education.
I took out the journal and just started writing about the day; what I need to do, and hopefully, what I can accomplish. I also started writing about the next project that I want to work on, and how to use short stories, and story sketches together to tell a complete narrative of family dealing with mental issues.
And I continue to write about writing. Writing about something that I would like to write about. How will I write about it? What style will I use? Will I try to craft 10 stories that each have an individual style to them? Is that possible?
Then it dawns on me as the dawn is dawning; that this is the first day of Winter, and the shortest day with the longest night. It begins again, the growing of the day, the receding of the darkness. All things must pass, and the daylight is good at arriving at the right time, right?
Sometimes things happen at the right time for the right reason.
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Covid in The City: Part 3 (But Could be Part 6?)
I really wanted to write about Tottenham getting back to form and playing Liverpool to a draw. I even thought about putting a sport post together, and talk about the Cowboys as well.
But alas, it was not to be.
Because Covid is back in New York City. It feels like this is the third wave that has hit the City, but when I look at the US cases graph, this is like the 6th spike we have been through since the start of this whole thing.
We can’t get away from it.
Even though NYC has a 71.6% full vaccination rate, and Manhattan has an 80% full vaccination rate, I cannot deny that the lines of people getting tested, have been growing every day for a week, and now are wrapping around the block. The running of ambulances all day and night has started up again. Just about everyone is in a mask now on the street.
Covid is back.
Is it Delta, or Omicron?
Who knows, but it is starting up again. And it is depressing and disheartening. New Yorkers had taken this thing serious. 70% to 80% was considered herd immunity, and we are there. Once more kids get vaxed, it looked like we were going to close in on 85% to 90%.
But it feels like even if we do hit those numbers, it won’t stop people from getting sick.
I have friends right now that are documenting their infection, and in one case reinfection of Covid.
It has created a feeling malaise, and add that to the general oddness of this Christmas, and it makes a potent combination resignation going into 2022.
I’m trying to stay upbeat, but a third year of a plague feels really awful. I wish I had a more creative way of saying it, but I have used up all the adjectives.
It’s just awful.
