Isla learning her rope routine in rhythmic gymnastics below. She will compete / perform her rope routine for the first time in January.
Our flight from Santa Rosa was canceled both the day before and the day after we flew, but thankfully we got home on time. We had a very relaxing Christmas and have barely left the house since we got back from CA. I have been working, but in a relaxed sort of way – the way you work when the office is half empty and you feel like anything you get done is gravy because everyone else is slacking. I’d hoped to go skiing, but it’s been so warm it’s been raining on the ski slopes. On the plus side, I’ve been able to run in shorts today – it was 51 or so for my run today.
See below for our tree in all its glory. I do love having a beautiful Christmas tree. It brings me joy every time I look at it. We have given up cutting trees, something I used to be very enthusiastic about, and just get a tree from our local grocery store. Next year, of course, it won’t be our local grocery store any more. We’ll be living in a whole new place.
My Dad finally got Covid, and I thought it might be useful to share his experience. My Dad is 81, and he has fairly severe high blood pressure (multiple meds) but is otherwise in decent shape. I don’t think he shares with me the full extent of his medical issues, though. He had surgery in this year in January or February, and the recovery was a struggle. Needless to say, I was worried about how he might fare if he got Covid. I’ve encouraged / hassled my parents to get every shot available to them, but I was insufficiently annoying or persistent this winter, and so he hadn’t had a shot since spring. In other words, he’d had four shots in total, instead of the recommended five. When he tested positive, I obviously regretted not being more persuasive about getting this fall’s shot. My parents intended to get it but were just being kind of lazy and felt they’d gotten lots of Covid shots; did they really need another? While I’m very skeptical about the need for, say, college students to get another booster or for 3-year-olds to get a shot of unproven efficacy, I am 100% on-board with all the shots for oldsters and feel that yes, they did need to get another shot. One thing I did do right was mail them Covid tests periodically and remind them regularly about the importance and value of testing if they experienced symptoms so they could get Paxlovid, which greatly reduces risk of hospitalization. If you have elderly or vulnerable parents, relatives or friends, and you think they won’t take the initiative to get tests, I highly encourage you to send them some. Paxlovid is a game-changer, but many people won’t get it promptly because they don’t have tests or don’t know how to use them or don’t understand or know about the importance of Paxlovid.
In any case, my Dad experienced very mild symptoms Tuesday evening and more significant symptoms on the Wednesday (fever, coughing) and tested that evening. He started Paxlovid Thursday morning. Covid turned out to be extremely mild for him, a day or two of fever and mild to moderate cold symptoms. He felt that Paxlovid gave him insomnia but nonetheless finished it. In other words, Covid was mild and NBD, thanks no doubt at least in part to the vaccines and Paxlovid.
Meanwhile, my Mom and Dad took no precautions whatsoever to prevent passing it to one another, but my Mom never caught it. (She took three or four tests.) Her last vaccine was six months ago, and she’s almost certainly never had it. Crazy! But obviously I’m super happy. The thing about Covid is that you never know who’s going to get seriously ill. Anyone over 65 is potentially at risk.
Meanwhile, my brother’s MIL just tested positive. They have a two-week-old baby and of course they were socializing together over Christmas. If you read my blog, you know that I am fed up with Covid caution and in general am pretty anti-paranoid about Covid, the flu, RSV, etc. But with a baby under 12 weeks, I always favor caution. Before Covid, I personally went nowhere for the first 12 weeks of my kids’ lives. Not to the grocery store, not out to eat, literally nowhere except for a walk or to the park by ourselves or whatever. We wore masks before they were a thing when S came home. Tiny babies are just so vulnerable. I’m very worried about the little one. Hopefully everything will be OK.