We're Jabbing

Hello everyone! I'm happy to report that my attendance at the court for jury duty was not required sparing me the trouble of putting together appropriate attire. We have an excellent system in Douglas County where you ring a number the evening before and a recorded message indicates whether you will be needed or not. This is so much better than they system we had in Boston where you'd have to report to the courthouse and sit around for a couple hours before either being selected or released mid-day. As there's absolutely nowhere to park near our courthouse it would have meant getting a ride or taking the bus. Knowing how to plan a day ahead is quite considerate, and I appreciated it. The system in Chicago was bad. Just. Bad. Not as Bad-Bad as the DMV bad (department of motor vehicles for those outside the US) which was the very worst sort of BAD, but still not much fucking fun. So yay, for Omaha. Maybe next time. 

The vintage novelty Cyn-Les by Shirlee sweater got worn. I have another also featuring a giraffe. 

I'm certain that when I finally die it will have had something to do with wearing platforms. I *know* I should give them up, but that's probably not going to happen anytime soon. This particular pair are sturdy, and not vintage but rather something from retailer, Target. I thrifted them in the Goodwill. 

Some of the cloisonné I've collected over the years. Strangely, these pieces are never my first choice for wearing, but once I have them on I wonder why I never wear them. I can remember wanting earrings like this when I was a child and being told they were too expensive. 

I took Dan for his second vaccine yesterday and he's doing well. A little tired and achy but nothing he can't deal with. When he was little and didn't feel well I'd open a bottle of juice as a treat (and to get fluids into him) so I went to do the same and realised all but one bottle was expired (by years, not a few months). Figuring grape juice shouldn't be brown, I poured that out and gave him a glass of cranberry juice. He rolled his eyes and told me he was fine. "When you were small and poorly, you'd want crackers with your juice." He rolled his eyes again and had a turkey sandwich for lunch😀. Clearly, I'm not needed for much anymore, but that's how it ought to be I suppose. I didn't ask if he wanted me to go out and buy comic books. Woody Woodpecker was his favourite. 

I go tomorrow. I was scheduled for the Johnson and Johnson vaccine but there was a bad batch recalled so the health department sent me an email saying I'll get a two-dose instead. That's fine, I really don't care as long as it gets in my arm. It is a little frustrating that I'm the most vulnerable person in the family medically but was the last to get a vaccine available. The rollout has been a shambles just so the Republican governor could say he did it without Biden's help. From what I'm hearing, we're only getting about 60% of the US population willing to take it (HARD eye roll) so we ought to have more than enough for ourselves and to send overseas to people that actually want to take it (no point hoarding it for people that won't have it). At that rate we're never going to get herd immunity, and with these Republican clowns opening everything up like we didn't just have half a million people die...look, I understand why people are fed up with Americans. I'm fed up too! That's not an invitation to start spewing anti-American bullshit at me because I will block you so fast your head will spin, but I do understand how we earn our reputation. We have everything (vaccines, hospitals, medical workers) and we still cock it up. I'm not sure I want to spend much more time out and about once I'm vaccinated. If nothing else, the last year has made me appreciate my own company. 

I wouldn't mind being launched into space right now. Isn't this dress fun? It is made of a very lightweight nylon/polyester blend and is held together with overlocked stitching. I'm sure it was fast-fashion, but I've been careful to hand wash it and hopefully I'll get years out of it. I don't usually buy cheap items, even in thrift stores, but the print was just too good to pass up. It billows quite a bit on a windy day, so "Pervert-Proof-Panties" are a must. Usually I go for bike shorts. Sleeveless dresses are so nice, especially this time of year when we can endure four seasons in a day. I used to worry about showing my arms-what a foolish waste of mental energy. 

The weather turned cool again and I didn't waste any time wearing this satin 80s blouse. It probably won't see another wear until winter as it gets suffocatingly  hot in anything above 40 degrees. 

Beaded silk jacket, taffeta skirt, vintage bag and shoes-it all felt so ladylike until I stepped outside in the pouring rain. I did wear a raincoat, but still. Nothing kills a mood like thunderstorms. We're supposed to see the sun again tomorrow afternoon, so I'll look forward to it. On the positive side, my garden is thriving from all this rain. 

Speaking of green! I seem to be wearing quite a lot of it this spring, and I'm not sorry. Most years in Nebraska we go straight from winter into summer, so this year I'm taking advantage of more spring-like weather to wear all the green pieces. This polyester dress is heavy, but also sleeveless. The last owner altered it (badly) so I spent some time unpicking and re-sewing it. There was more than enough fabric to let it out a bit in the bust and I'm so much happier with it. I couldn't quite decide what I didn't like about it in previous years but in the end it just needed a bit of fixing to my body shape. A bit more room in the bust was all it required. 

And that's about it from here. I'll leave you with a photo of the bird's nest fern we call, "Handy" because it looks like several arms reaching out to shake hands. At this point, a plant is about the only thing I'll be shaking hands with. Perhaps ever. 

I don't think I've ever loved a houseplant quite as much as this one. 

Stay safe and well, everyone.