More on the weekend

We got the promised snow. I keep an ice scraper in my car and one in my wife’s, but I learned a new lesson: you need to have one in your home, for those occasions when you need a scraper to get into the car to retrieve the scraper. I cooked from supplies yesterday, and it wasn’t till today that things cleared enough for me to drive out for more.

My granddaughter in China wrote a ‘book’ (my son says it took her an hour and a half), on successive pages of a large-leaf notebook. I’m still waiting to get a translation from him; he posted photos of it on WeChat, but it’s a mix of hanzi (Chinese characters) and pinyin (Romanized spelling for transliteration of Chinese), so of course I don’t have any way of reading it and since it’s photos I can’t even feed it into a translation program. Funny thing is, I was about her age when I wrote my first story, one about a cowboy roundup. It’ll be interesting to learn the subject and content of her first effort.

I’m seeing the first signs (only signs, as of yet, and even if it’s real foreshadowing, officialdom is likely to be slow catching up) of encroaching sanity in the whole Covid mess. A new virus variant — Omicron — that’s markedly more infectious than its precursors, but 95% less lethal, and leaves in its aftermath a natural immunity much more comprehensive than delivered by the current ‘vaccines’? That’s a likely solution rather than a new threat. The government has cried wolf too many times; we’ve spent the last two years NOT seeing Americans dying in the millions, and even if it really had been as bad as originally advertised, crisis mode can only last so long. In Iraq I saw women walking to market with gunfights taking place two streets over, because life has to go on. I’ll just be glad when ours can get back to doing so.

Things to do tomorrow, then back to work. The longer this goes on, the more I look forward to retirement.