Grumble, Grumble

 May I grumble a bit again?

Some Oregon attorney signed on to bring a lawsuit against the state on behalf of all those held in jails and prisons, that they should move to the head of the Covid vaccination line, ahead of teachers and seniors.  And they got a judge to say yes, that's reasonable.

Moving the law abiders back, in that coveted line, once again.

I couldn't even watch someone defend the move, after saying yes, a victim may not be vaccinated before the person who attacked her gets his vaccine now.  Oh brother.  I turned off the news and put on a movie.  This time it was one called Game Night.  It was funny!!!

The vaccine priority lists in the state reveal clearly who is valued more than who  Well, in my more vindictive depressive times, I tell myself that.  

Anyone over 60 already knows their place in this world---the invisibles.   The criminals now know they are valued over seniors, in Oregon at least.  Great.  

Teachers and anyone associated with schools are being vaccinated even though many districts are choosing not to reopen schools.  That too is very lame.  The policy should be, if I was in charge, if you're not reopening, you don't get vaccinated.  Then maybe some of these districts would get going and open back up.  Kids need to be in school.  Then their moms and grandmas won't end up on psyche wards.  Maybe.  Too late for some.

A friend who cares for her twin grand daughters whispered to me, through her mask, while in line for curbsite cat check in, that if they'd just open the schools two days a week, maybe she wouldn't go bat shit nuts.  I don't know how she does it anyhow, care for young kids when she's in her 70's.  Add on home schooling, and trying to tutor them new math.......holy super grandma, teachers come on, get your vaccines and go back to work.

I have two cats in the garage thus far for tomorrow's five appointments.  The caretakers trapped them however.  I just sat here, drinking coffee, piling up the complaints, lol.  I've become proficient at that.  

Meanwhile my brother's bad knees went worse two nights ago, as he tried to climb the stairs to his bedroom.  Loud pop.  Hmm, think I've heard knees go pop before, somewhere.  Oh yes, mine.  Then he couldn't put weight on that one, without screaming pain and he was in pain yesterday but went to work.  Oh how I feel for him.   I wish he'd take time off to heal, then get those bad knees replaced.  I asked him how I could help.  Got nothing.  I'm too far away.

Three days ago, with all this torrential rain we've had this year, more than I can remember, although maybe I said that last winter, I was sitting in my chair in my garage, when I heard "splat" on the cardboard piece leaned up against the garage door beside me.   I looked over and it was soaked and puddling.  Then I looked up and saw the roof was leaking.  

I called my brother later on, told him, sent him a photo.  He said he'd send someone, to give him a quote on the roof.  I really didn't expect he would.  You can't really do roofing in the winter in Oregon.  That's a spring summer thing here.  He said roofers are so busy you have to get on their list now though.

The leak is slow and minor and in an easy spot to just slap a bucket down and then spend time watching the slow drips, over hours, cover part of the bottom of the bucket.  Pandemic boredom syndrome strikees again.

Yesterday I had to get a Covid test.  I'm having a medical test next week that requires the test first.  I thought it would be the brain probe sort, where they stick that long Qtip way way up there, as people wiggle and wince, on camera.  That's all I've seen, on the news.  But it wasn't bad at all.  They just swab around both nostrils really quick.  There was no one else there.  It was a drive through thing by an office at the hospital.  You get an appointment, pull up by their back door, and they see you and come out and do it.

When I got back home, there was a man on the roof.   He was tall and thin and middle aged, and loped up and down the ladder sloped to the roof, up from the driveway, like a roof antelope.  I watched, jealous of his ease at it.

He was measuring the roof and checking it out.  He was a friend of my brothers, drove up from Eugene and said he'd contact my brother, with a bid number.   When they do it, I guess the stovepipe will go.  The wood stove it connected to, down through the roof then the attic and ceiling, is long gone.  So that's where I ran the cable, down through the stovepipe into the house, from the roof antenna to the TV.  I hope they don't remove the antenna for good.  Then I'd get no TV reception anymore.  They will also remove the satelite dish that was on the roof when my brother got the house.  I don't know when the roof will be redone since its winter in Oregon.  Deluge season.  I took the man into the garage and showed him where its leaking now, although there was no rain to speak of during the day yesterday and the sporadic slow drip had stopped.

I was so grateful to my brother, I tried to call him immediately but no response.  He called me later though, in bad pain from hurting his already bad knee.  I gave him lame advice, from my last knee injury, that would probably not be helpful or reassuring at all, since it took months for mine to heal enough to drop the cursing when I used it.  It still hurts at night.   I wasn't very helpful I don't suppose.  

Last night, the two cats came late, delivered by the colony caretaker who had trapped them.  Two who will be fixed tomorrow.  I have three more spots to fill.  The folks who trapped these two are still trapping, but work days so are rather time constrained, but do not want my help with it. These two are an orange boy and a long hair torbi girl. Three others from this location were fixed last week.  I set the pair up and then I fell asleep in an awkward position on the futon, while watching something, although  I don't recall what, and didn't wake until 1:00 a.m. when I got up, took a Tylenol, and moved to my bed.