No one at book group, including the person who works managing volunteers at a hospice business, knew that the new #covid #vaccine is available. Neither did my family member who has MS and takes immunosuppressants.
Spread the word! Covid #wastewater levels in Colorado are Very High! Get your #CovidVaccine !
This is the annoying strip between two houses. It's shady, because the houses are too close to each other, but can't be watered, because that would cause more damage to the foundation. I had the grade corrected to slope away from my house and covered it with rocks. I'd like to let whatever grows there grow, but there are invasive weeds that make that a bad idea.
#gardening
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I have a young friend who has been programming in Scratch, and wants to learn to program for real. What programming environment for python would you recommend for a kid with a MacBook?
#programming #kids #python #AdviceWanted
I'm going to a restaurant with my bookgroup this afternoon. We are all old (this bookgroup is more than 30 years old) so some of us are immune-compromised, some of us are very uncomfortable in the cold. We have met at this restaurant several times during the pandemic. Last spring it was cold, so we ate inside. Today it is beautiful, but there is a chance of rain.
I got my booster Thursday.
I think I need to get there first and dig my heels in if I don't want to eat inside.
#CovidCalculations
@4c84e0c4 He did go to the front door first, but by the time I got out of bed and got to the front door to see what was up, he had walked around to the back.
Dutch was already kind of ramped up, because at dusk, when we were walking home, I saw three people standing in the sidewalk, and crossed the street to avoid them. Because my dog bites people. But the people, who turned out to be three teenaged boys wearing white button-down shirts and ties, crossed the street to follow me and tried to engage me in conversation. "Hello!" they called. "You out walking the dog? What kind of dog is that? Is that an Australian Shepherd?"
Dutch was not happy about any of this. "Excuse me," I said. "My dog doesn't like strangers."
They kept trying. "Can I ask, are you religious at all?"
What is wrong with men? How do three teenaged boys think it is okay for them to pursue an old woman who has crossed the street to get away from them and brushed off their attempts at conversation? And why aren't they afraid of a dog who is telling them, as clearly as possible, to back off?
We were yelling at each other through the door, over my dog who was making credible threats to kill him. "You don't have any wasps?" he asked.
"You're in the wrong place!" I yelled.
"Well, where's [the address he was looking for]?" he asked.
"That's South [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed south. "Not North [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed at the floor.
He said "Well, sorry," as he was leaving, but he said it reproachfully, as if I were the one in the wrong.
Thing is, I think he really was just hired to kill wasps. Whoever manages the property at South [my address] keeps sending workmen to my address. Never at 10 p.m. before. Every time, I ask the workmen to let the property manager know that they have the wrong address on their books, but it never percolates through.
I just yelled at a guy who was on my deck with a flashlight. At 10 p.m. He was there to kill wasps, he said. He showed me the company logo on his shirt. Apparently the company logo on your shirt protects you from getting shot or bitten when you go into people's back yards at night? I was not aware.
We were yelling at each other through the door, over my dog who was making credible threats to kill him. "You don't have any wasps?" he asked.
"You're in the wrong place!" I yelled.
"Well, where's [the address he was looking for]?" he asked.
"That's South [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed south. "Not North [street name]!" I yelled, and pointed at the floor.
He said "Well, sorry," as he was leaving, but he said it reproachfully, as if I were the one in the wrong.
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