This morning I called my doctor's office for information on Covid vaccination. Before that call, I checked the internet and learned the governor will release doses for age 80 and more on January 19, 75 or more years of age on January 25, 70 and more on February 1, and so on. I marked January 25 on my calendar.
My doctor's office, which is a Cleveland Clinic affiliation, stumbled at first, telling me to go to CVS or Walgreens for vaccinations. I stated the question again, there was a discussion among the personnel around, then I was told they have heard nothing yet, and to call back in a week. See why I don't trust this doctor?
So, one week from today the governor will release more vaccine, and, at least at the front desk, they are totally unprepared.
The amaryllis is right on schedule. I've read a few things about it, and the best information I've put together is to keep treating it like a normal bulb. Keep cutting back the various bits as they decline and droop, until I'm back to a bulb. Keep it well watered and fertilized. When it's down to a bulb I can recommence the winter blooming cycle, or let it revert to it's normal state of being a summer blooming bulb.
I read of one fellow with a 75 year old bulb. What a challenge I've acquired. First I must outlive my cat, and now an amaryllis bulb. When it's down to a bulb again, I will repot it. I have time to look around. One person grows hers in canning jars. I think I'll go for a heavy, square, glass jar, so popular in the eighties for chotskie collections. Abby Ann's here I come again.
Over December I was able to accumulate what my business heart feels is an adequate inventory of towels. Call me what you will, my life of retail production has levels of comfort, and mine is having a decent inventory for an undertaking.
Finally today I am ready to begin a new run of towels. I'm going to make khaki, there on the left, near the end. I wonder how strange that will seem. That was the color of the army's dress uniforms during the second world war. I've always liked it, though never enough to wear it or decorate a room.
So, I'll weave it once and get it out of my system. Some colors that I could not believe would be popular sold away in a heartbeat. Black, slate, kiwi, periwinkle...
Those I need to redo soon are one shelf down. But first, my tubes of khaki.