Isolation

 

Muffy, on cat steps, Blueberry at water bowl, Starr at water fountain, Mops to right of Starr and Slinko in the foreground.  They sure like the new furniture arrangement.  Starr and Mops are both very old.  Starr came here with her brother Teddy and cousin Honey from a Corvallis homeless camp.  I'd creep around in the night there, to trap, after the residents had passed out drunk and stopped yelling. I think I had poison oak for four months straight getting all those cats in that camp fixed and most out of there (over 50).   Honey died a year or two ago.  Teddy and Starr are still with me but very elderly now. Mops, Buffy and Shady hail from that 120 cat street off highway 20, the BS colony.  They're all old.  Shady's younger cousin my younger brother adopted died two years ago of oral cancer.  But Shady, Mops and Buffy just keep on going.  

I don't have any idea now when I could be vaccinated against COVID.

Maybe in a few months?  I don't know.

My older brother who lives in Idaho says he and his wife might get theirs next week, I think it is.

His daughter, who is somewhere near 30, is getting hers this week.  How?  I don't know.  It's something about because her mother, his ex, works or did work, in the state education department.  They live in Central Oregon.  Yet vaccinations have not yet even been opened up for teachers, let alone non teachers  who just work for a district.  I think it may be because they have extra vaccines, in central Oregon, and don't want to waste them.  I don't know exactly.

Seems so random.  I haven't heard of any mass vaccination clinics in our county and may never hear of such a thing.  

When I saw my latest doctor and asked her, she said maybe when I have an appointment in six months, to continue my prescription, I can get it then.  Really?  Next summer?  In July?

I can't recall when I had my last significant human contact, with someone I know.  I may as well be living in a shack at the north pole, for all the contact I get with my own species.   I don't know if a person recovers from prolonged isolation, to be comfortable with it again if this ever ends.

The virus rages on in America.  Kills between 3000 and 4000 people everyday.  Still people scream over having to wear a mask, like its killing them somehow to do that, or some huge violation of their personal rights.  It's enough to make a person laugh out loud, for the toddler like entitlement of their complaints.  And the sheer silliness.  Man alive, find something real to outrage you please.

I do like spending time with my cats.  We have such fun.  I don't know, maybe I'm lucky to not have to deal with other humans anymore mostly, outside a few cat pickups once a week.   I just hang out with cats now and they're sure easier than people.   

Some days the isolation wears on me.  Some days I just don't think about it.  Just a few more months, I think.  Just a few more months.

It eases my mind we'll have new federal leadership soon that actually takes the virus seriously.  I hope that helps.

I feel like I may end up like some Japanese man, not knowing WWII is over, hiding out in the woods for decades.

We have no local news, outside of a very tiny paper, that is very expensive to buy.  Online, the paper blocks you after a couple articles if you don't pay up.  I did try to subscribe for three months once, to the online version, got it for about three weeks before I suddenly no longer did.  Calling customer service was not useful.  They never answered.   Finding information on vaccine clinics in our area, once seniors can get them,  might come down to luck.