From downtown Port Townsend.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
From downtown Port Townsend.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
A friend calls me yesterday, complaining that the new Covid-19 vaccine doesn’t prevent infection nearly enough for him to want to get it. He is in his 70s and says darn it, he’d still have a 60% chance of getting infected.
I thought about it and wrote back this morning:
Re the new vaccine the POINT is NOT to prevent infection, though it lessens it in codgers like me and you.
The point is that the vaccinated younger people shed a s–tload less virus if they get it, because their immune system kills it fast. This reduces the amount of circulating virus so that the codgers stop dying like flies. Also the codgers get less sick if their immune system recognizes B4 and B5.
Got it? Get the vaccine.
I am waiting for the top ten causes of death for 2021 to come out. Over one million US people have died of Covid-19. In 2020, there were between 300-400,000 deaths from Covid. That means that we lost 600-700,000 in 2021. If we lost close to 700,000 people, then Covid-19 would beat out heart disease as the number one cause of death in the US. When did that last happen? During the 1918-1920 influenza, the “Spanish” flu that has been traced to a chicken farm in the US midwest.
Here is a provisional and not final list: https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/health_policy/provisional-leading-causes-of-death-for-2021.pdf. Hmmm. The numbers are not adding up unless a lot of US people died of Covid-19 in early 2022. And cancer is higher than it’s ever been and creeping up on heart disease. But these are not the final numbers, sigh.
Here is a fascinating chart: https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/dvs/lead1900_98.pdf. If you scroll to the end, the top two causes of death in 1900 were pneumonia first and tuberculosis. Heart was fourth. Heart rises to first in 1910 but then pneumonia is back at the top in 1918-1920. I think that the heart has been number one ever since, in the US. World top ten is not the same.
This is not the first pandemic and it won’t be the last. It is horrible. I think that everyone is doing the best they can, though some responses seem saner than others. Remember the old doctor joke about what to do in a code (when someone’s heart has stopped). First: check your own pulse. It’s a corollary that if the patient is dead, you can try to bring them back, but you can’t make them more dead. Also, my latest Advanced Cardiac Life Support class, on line, told me that sometimes I do not have to do cardiac life support. Their example was a decapitated patient. Really? Ouch, doctor humor. But truly, if you are freaking out or want to scream at someone or feel like the world is nuts and you have to do something, first check your own pulse. Slow it down. Breath in four and out four. I can drop my pulse from 101 to 71 in 20 seconds, just by slowing my breathing. You can learn to too.
My recommendation is that if you are due for the booster, get it. And thank you for protecting me and my friend and the other codgers.
No, it is not snowing here yet. But codger seems to be a word for an old GUY. Humph. Would a grumpy hummingbird be a grummer? What is a female codger? I am using codger for any gender, to heck with it.
home home welcome home
home is where you are, Beloved
and you are everywhere
not in churches, not for me
I run outdoors, long to be free
you are everywhere I see
the beauty in the world
love and grief and pearls
small child dance and twirl
I have crossed the boundary
over and over again
Beloved, let me stay, friend
I’ve searched for you so long
Beloved, you make us so strong
look everywhere that’s wrong
home home welcome home
home is where you are, Beloved
and you are everywhere
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August 31, 2022
A mysterious green path in the woods.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
My mansion is the outdoors. What could be more beautiful than the sky and the sea and the outdoors? Not only does my mansion have more rooms than I can ever explore, all over the world, but it has every mood imaginable too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mansion.
This is another poem where I did not know where it was going when I started it. I was thinking about the sea and sirens and singing. My poems go where my heart thinks I should go, but I don’t know where that is until the poem is done. And it’s clearly a song and next I need a tune. And chords. And more practice.
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful sea
tied to the mast, you won’t come to me
unplug your ears, unblock your heart
before it breaks and truly stops
listen to my lonely heart
we’ll make music and never part
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful sea
hear my voice, listen to me
our hearts melt together like stone
in the depths of my volcano home
you shut your heart down, run away
lava strings like glass, all the way
I sing from the deep, from the deep, from the beautiful deep
small child calling, she still weeps
volcano boiling from ocean floor
new island built as lava roars
small child with faith as adult caves to fear
small child holds your heart dear
I sing from the land, from the land, from the new born land
don’t be afraid, take my hand
hope has feathers, a poet said
in the darkest time, hope is not dead
I morph to dragon, to kite, to bird
your resistance is so absurd
I sing from the air, from the air, from the smoke filled air
vision dark, can’t see where
circle in flight, hope you too
listen to the small child hidden deep in you
a promise is a promise, you know it’s true
I do not give up on you
I sing in the wood, in the wood, in the beautiful wood
five elements sing as all things should
In the wood in the trees
on an island in the sea
in the heart of the volcano
my heart is free
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful see
no matter what happens, my heart is free
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I took the photograph at the National Museum of Women in the Arts, a painting by Shinique Smith.

This is a cell phone snap from a few days. It reminds me of Jackson Pollock’s paintings, all the complex colors and layers.
The tide was way way way out and it’s a snap of the green layer on the beach. Gorgeous. The beaches here are an endless wonder.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wonder.
From Chetzemoka Park yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I dream I am Superman flying, but I am still me and female too. It is night and I fly over a beautiful bay, with a bridge at the opening of the bay. Cars are crossing. The people on the bridge call me down, calling βHelp!β I fly down. βThere are people in the water below the bridge! What are they going to do! Stop them!β I fly down to the water. βCome in,β say the people in the water. βThe water is warm!β
I join them in the water. It is warm and the bridge is beautiful. I say, βThe people on the bridge are scared of you.β The people in the water say, βWe just like the water. They are silly. They should join us. We wonβt hurt them.β I thank them and fly back up.
I say, βThe people in the water just like the water. They say they wonβt hurt you.β The people on the bridge say, βNo, no! They will hurt us. We donβt want them in the water! They might blow up the bridge!β I shrug. βWell, the water is fine. I am going back there.β I fly down and join the people in the water.
I wake up.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cape.
Taken at one of our Steampunk Festivals.
And here is the high school swim team cape.

And is this a cape or an inlet?

Now I am feeling capable.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cape.
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