Livia and I have been writing poems back and forth by e-mail. Her latest poem is so nice that I’d like to end on it, but she wants me to write back. So I will, and my poem will be #8 in the chain.
The RI Department of Education is trying to force us to bring our kids to school for four rounds of standardized testing over the course of April and May. I’m relatively comfortable with the level of exposure to the Coronavirus that this would represent. But, we’ve been isolating for a whole year, and now we’re right on the cusp of vaccination. If we were to break our isolation before getting vaccinated, wouldn’t we be begging to catch the virus, especially now that the more virulent British variant is dominant in the U.S. and there’s a hot spot of the Brazilian variant nearby on the Cape? Murphy’s Law. With that thought in mind, my husband talked to the schools yesterday, and they agreed to let the kids postpone testing until May. I’m relieved.
Speaking of vaccinations, there’s a vaccine clinic today not far from here. It appears that they did not fill up all of their appointments, so it’s possible they’d be willing to vaccinate me even though I’m not technically eligible yet (1.5 years too young!). We may inquire.
The neighbors still haven’t sold their house, but it seems they’re still trying. There’s a flock of people, presumably potential buyers, at the house today. The weather is gorgeous, and if the neighbors can’t sell the house on a day like today, I doubt they ever will.
