I can’t believe this entire day slipped away from me. It’s 9 PM and I’ve hardly done anything, I haven’t even blogged. I have a readymade excuse, but I’m not using it as that would be a lie. I must be honest with My Gentle Readers. So, let’s move back to yesterday and my excuse which is no excuse.
Yesterday’s big adventure was getting my COVID-19 booster. I went on Tuesday to the pop-up vaccination center in Fordham Plaza; the website said they accept walk-ins. I got there and the sign said they didn’t. It’s not a big deal, it’s right by where I get my free donut, part of my regular walk. I let it go most of the day late night I went to the website and made an appointment for Wednesday. It might have even been after midnight when I made it. It’s easy to get an appointment. I had some extra forms to fill out because it was the booster. I had to swear an oath on penalty of perjury that I fit the criteria for booster and give the date of my second shot, so they knew it was six months.
I got the vaccine on a bus. I had a side effect that I didn’t have the first two shots, a sharp pain in the forehead. The bus had an overhead luggage rack, and I banged my head on it. The guy that gave me the shot was heavily tattooed. That gave me a brilliant idea. Vaccinate people with tattoo needles! That was convince some people. Other people there had flyers that let them collect $100 and they didn’t even have to pass go. I got bupkis for getting a booster. I’m not complaining. I want them to do everything they can to get people vaccinated. My reward is a greatly reduced chance of getting sick, being hospitalized, or dying. That sounds like a good reward to me. I’m going to offer my own reward. If you are an attractive woman, I’ll give you a kiss if you want it. I don’t want to scare anyone away from getting the vaccine. I have a feeling that nobody is going to take me up on this offer.
As soon as I got home, I changed, made a to-go dinner, and left for the Met game. The D train had issues and I missed most of the first half-inning and was too late to get the giveaway shirt. I was wearing a different giveaway shirt. I signed up for a personalized shirt way back in May. It was supposed to come in four to six weeks. I got it a few days ago. The front says, “You Gotta Believe.” The back is personalized. It says Gord’s Gold with the number 17. My radio show now has an official shirt. 17 is my favorite number, it has been since high school, maybe even middle school. I noticed that when teachers did problems and wanted to plug in a random number, they chose 17. Then in high school computer math one of my friends made a pseudorandom number generator. There was a bug and all it outputted was 17. Then I found out that the Bronx High School of Science has a tradition of giving a proof that 17 is the only random number. And then I read a Kaufman and Hart play and one of the characters went to a lecture at Columbia on 17 being the only random number. In all the years since then I haven’t come across anything like that again. It was odd and made an impression on me.
As for the Met game, they lost. They have done a lot of that this year. What I’ve learned is to be slower to criticize the manager. I hear so many angry fans without any understanding complaining about any decision that went wrong. We never know half what the manager knows about who is available and how they are feeling and even the best strategy will often not work out. I get so annoyed at those people that I am trying extra hard to not do the same thing.
I was not worried about side effects, and they were no problem. By the time I got home my arm hurt. That was it. The deadly side effect that keeps people from getting the vax is a boo boo. I know that some people get works side effects, and some that don’t get the vax get hospitalized. Still a good deal. The worst side effect was the bump on the head. Two bumps actually. The same thing happened when I moved to the recovery bus you have to stay in for 15 minutes. Yes, I’m an idiot, but an idiot with a fortified immune system. Coronaviruses look at me and quake in fear.
For reasons that had nothing to do with the vaccine I did not get a good night’s sleep. That was the biggest damper on today. I had to settle down after the Met game, work on Gord’s Gold stuff, and waste time. Then at 5 AM my digestive system decided it wanted to be emptied. That’s not the vaccination, that’s Crohn’s. I slept about five hours with an hour break in there. I’m just happy I was able to get out of bed.
Nothing else of interest today. I’m listening to Gord’s Gold as I write this. I hate to say it, but it’s great. I find I’m saying, “yes the songs go well with each other;” with an occasional being taken back when I stumble over what I’m saying. I had an idea for a specialty, Folk that Swings. My folk music bête noire is rhythmless drones. I’m fine with ballads but I want songs that make you want to move mixed in. How about a show of all songs that make you want to move?
Hey, I finished this before the show is over. That’s good. I probably won’t blog tomorrow unless something outside myself inspires me.
Wise Madness 