Grumpy Sunday morning

Maybe I overdid yesterday. Maybe I need breakfast--if someone else would get up, we could cook the pancakes I've mixed up. It's 7:30 and pretty soon I'll cook pancakes for myself! 

After a morning of computer bookkeeping challenges, I drove to Lynn at 2 to participate in a caravan rally/protest. As usual with these events, we didn't actually pull out until after 3:30. So, standing around in a parking lot, waving banners, taping signs to cars, keeping my distance. One nice young man introduced himself as Neil and stuck his hand out to shake. I said, "we don't do that now," and felt very antisocial. We were outside, wearing masks and fully vaccinated, but still...I offered my elbow and we bumped.

I was there, in part, because Tamara had committed to giving out flyers about vaccinations. I left a small pile in the Market Basket and gave a few to people. Most had received vaccines and some said no thank you, like it was a choice they had made...

The caravan drove slowly from Market Basket up a long street heading north (Western Avenue, which, amusingly, intersects with Eastern near Molli's house). We were supposed to go a steady 10 MPH. The police had blocked every intersection, but people managed to get in line ahead of me, and they don't know they're not supposed to stop at the lights. After we turned on Eastern, we were stopped at a light and then at the next intersection, the policeman was telling us to come ahead, but i could see the caravan had turned right. I just went home. 

I had somewhere else to go at 5, so I thought I might as well get back. Ray and I got our sneakers on and headed to the park to practice softball with our friends from church. It was good to be outside with people we hadn't seen in over a year. No softball season last year. I designated myself catcher. It's still a lot of exercise for me, but doesn't require as much running (or skill). I don't have to do anything if the pitcher does a good job and the batter hits the ball. I am definitely not going to be able to catch any popups or forced outs at home, but the pitcher will cover for me if he can. I still have to hit the ball and run to first base, unless they can get me a designated runner. 

Then we got Thai takeout. So after talking about it, I feel less grumpy. Also T just got up and is walking both dogs, while I start the pancakes. So yay!