Living in the sticks

 I just got my second vaccination for Covid.  Almost no reaction at all from the first one.  Maybe a little dragged...tired, body aches and a desire to cough that I rarely indulged.   The second one, about two weeks later, was yesterday.  It took a couple of hours to get to the Reggie Lewis center at Roxbury crossing in Boston.  The line went quickly, and the shot and observation time were both painless.  There did not seem to be much soreness in the last 14 hours, in fact less than last time.  However, I can feel a storm brewing inside me.   With any luck it will knock me down a bit and force me to rest from my love of working(more on that later).  My hands are cold and my forehead is warm...but not hot. I do not remember all the immunizations I have had in my life.  Polio and measles stand out in my elementary school years...I know there were a number of others.  Our generation had many of them.  I was talking ...

 If I did not like this culture I would not be living here.   I am in a very rural area.  The main occupations are guns, chainsaws, wild game, church, trucks, snow, mud, the size of one's tomatoes and other peoples' business.   All are pretty benign.  The other peoples' business gets out of hand sometimes but most people are pretty harmless even if they do pry.  Folks are pretty nice as a rule.  The changes of seasons are a treat, the blackflies and mosquitoes are a nightmare some years.  Deer have not been browsing at my garden so far. In general the people are lovely, generous and helpful.  My neighbors immediately beside me and across from me are shining examples of good neighbors in general... though I am still wondering how pigs are going to work out near my bedroom window.  After all...what could go wrong? I am near mountains, lakes and endless woods with opportunities for fishing, boating hiking or just being in touch wi...