384 overshadowed

We had a nice ride home (minus the swarm of bees we drove through, killing dozens with our vehicle) (what's up with all the bee stories this spring?) (right, the almond crop) and got our second jabs, but all of that was overshadowed by the real news we got yesterday: our landlord passed away.

This is truly terrible news. She was a super sweet person. A truly compassionate animal lover, she was the Mrs. Madrigal of our tale of the city. She won't be missed, she is flat out mourned. She was way too fucking young to die. 

It wasn't Covid. She's been having health issues for a few years, and spent most of last year in the hospital. She had some sort of complication a couple weeks ago, and might have been able to save herself if she called an ambulance, but she didn't. There's no way of knowing what actually happened, but in my imagination, she was done with hospitals.

She is survived by her mother, who had a stroke a few years ago, and is in a care facility. Her cousin is taking care of her affairs. 

Of course this means something is changing with our housing situation, but we don't know what it is yet. The only things I know are something will happen, it's likely to be stressful, patience is required, and to look for the gift.

It's weird to mourn someone, and also have some personal nervousness about what that means for you, but here we are. For now, I'm focusing on Nina, and the wonderful lessons she taught me. Like, you can really be generous, and it's fine. You'll be ok. Like, irrational levels of compassion are a totally viable way of being in the world.

Rest in love, you crazy cat lady, you expressor of anal glands and giver of toys, you communist caregiver, you cosmonaut of compassion. She's been thanked in the credits of pretty much everything I've done for the past fifteen years, and for good reason. She made much of it possible.

We were wondering why our second doses were scheduled at four weeks, rather than three.

It turns out, it was an IT issue. It was easier to schedule everyone on the Moderna schedule, of four weeks. 8 million doses in, they've figured out how to tweak the software.

A Brazilian and a Californian went to India...

It would appear to me, as a non-scientist lay person, aka someone totally unqualified to make such guesses, but it would appear to me, that we're now at the point of a new seasonal bug that's going to be with us for a while. Come this fall, I would not be surprised to be getting another vaccine.

"Peace and love, light and joy, beauty, health and abundance" is my mom's old mantra. When I first heard this, I thought it was pretty goofy, but now I say it all the time.

Her new mantra is "Thank you for the miracle happening in our lives." It arrived just in time.

Be safe everyone, and hug whoever the fuck you can.