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Last week Wednesday, a friend and I had the privilege - it honestly felt like a privilege at times - to volunteer at our county's vaccine hub. The hub runs like a well-oiled machine, thanks primarily to those in charge who worked tirelessly to create and then implement a system that allows thousands of people a day to receive their vaccines. But volunteers matter too, and without many (hundreds?) of volunteers there to direct traffic, screen for appointments, supervise parking, assist those with mobility issues, screen patients, register patients, administer vaccines, and simply help the thousands of patients move smoothly from station to station, vaccines wouldn't be going into arms nearly as quickly as is happening here. The day was l...o...n...g, but completely worth our time.
Last week Wednesday, a friend and I had the privilege - it honestly felt like a privilege at times - to volunteer at our county's vaccine hub. The hub runs like a well-oiled machine, thanks primarily to those in charge who worked tirelessly to create and then implement a system that allows thousands of people a day to receive their vaccines. But volunteers matter too, and without many (hundreds?) of volunteers there to direct traffic, screen for appointments, supervise parking, assist those with mobility issues, screen patients, register patients, administer vaccines, and simply help the thousands of patients move smoothly from station to station, vaccines wouldn't be going into arms nearly as quickly as is happening here. The day was l...o...n...g, but completely worth our time.
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Volunteering came with an added bonus: because at the end of the day the hub had enough vaccine open and available, volunteers were able to receive their first dose. I can say with absolute certainty that I've never been more excited for a shot in my entire life.
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I feel extraordinarily grateful that my kids continue to be able to participate - thanks to the hard work of those in charge - in their extracurricular activities. On Saturday Hallie attended a workshop at her dance studio. At the end of the day, the dancers performed their new choreography in the parking lot so parents and other family members could watch, and later that night, everyone gathered in the parking lot again, this time for a dance party. I know that when all this is over, these kids will remember feeling at times frustrated, angry, sad, and scared, but they'll also remember feeling appreciation for the experiences - many of which were as fun or even better than the "original", thanks to the creativity and resourcefulness of adults who cared enough to put in the effort - they were able to have.
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This kid had zero weekdays off between the end of the basketball season and the start of track season, and while I know he would have appreciated and enjoyed sleeping in for at least a couple of days, he's excited to be out there for the next sport. Last year track ended abruptly and after only one meet (but it was a great meet), so excited this season is underway and have our fingers crossed for at least a couple of meets this year!
This kid had zero weekdays off between the end of the basketball season and the start of track season, and while I know he would have appreciated and enjoyed sleeping in for at least a couple of days, he's excited to be out there for the next sport. Last year track ended abruptly and after only one meet (but it was a great meet), so excited this season is underway and have our fingers crossed for at least a couple of meets this year!
Five
This guy has from the very beginning looked a little like Albert Einstein and a little like he just stuck his tail in a light socket. His name is Birkenstock, but we called him Birks or Crazy Pants, in honor of his always-crazy and completely endearing eyes. He left for his forever home yesterday, but he was a crazy joy to have around these last three weeks.
This guy has from the very beginning looked a little like Albert Einstein and a little like he just stuck his tail in a light socket. His name is Birkenstock, but we called him Birks or Crazy Pants, in honor of his always-crazy and completely endearing eyes. He left for his forever home yesterday, but he was a crazy joy to have around these last three weeks.
Happy weekend, friends!
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