- Feb 15, 2008
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Order the Reuben.We had a nice Thanksgiving here in Seattle with my wife's parents and uncle. My 7 year old daughter absolutely adores her Nana, and didn't see her at all for a year and a half because of Covid, so she was delighted and the whole thing was lovely.
My original plan was visit my family in Connecticut, where I grew up, for the holiday. I haven't been for the last year and a half because of Covid. However, when it turned out the cost was roughly $2300 for plane tickets/rental car/taxes and fees etc, I decided it was too expensive and bailed. Pre-Covid it would be roughly $1000 to go there for a week. My brother typically blows it out for holidays and has a big feast with lots of people. The plan was to do only family this year, but it was still fifteen people or so.
The day before Thanksgiving my brother and his 22 year old son (both two-shot vaxxed) each tested positive for Covid. My brother (59 years old and pretty overweight) is currently pretty sick with a 103.5 fever. His son seems to have the sniffles and "kind of a sinus thing." Of course, Thanksgiving was cancelled.
My brother will probably be fine: one hears that if you're vaxxed and you do get sick, hardly anyone actually dies of it. The terrifying thing is that my 91 year old Dad intended to go to that gathering. He has received the booster shot, but still.
I'm sort of vibrating with this weird anxiety. I mean, I think that's what this is: anxiety that my Dad dodged a bullet, and that I dodged a bullet too, I guess. Maybe anxiety is the wrong word. It's a strange feeling, anyway.
In Seattle it feels like this Covid thing is over, or ending anyway - there's apparently a 90% vax rate here. But this situation suggests to me that it is not over at all, and that is a great big bummer.