My hmo is Kaiser Permanente. They started giving flu shots today. Kaiser decided to just open the doors and let people get in line. This morning, over five thousand people were waiting when they opened the doors. The crowd, consisting mostly of infirm and elderly, went completely around the block. I didn't stay. I was prepared to invest a couple of hours, but I saw nothing in that mess that reassured me of Kaiser's ability to handle that many people. This isn't a criticism of Kaiser. They do what they do fairly well. This is just one of those shared experiences. This is life in the twenty-first century.
I have to try again, of course. THis is one aspect of reality that is not going to be affected by who wins the Presidency. We're going to continue to stand in lines. I have seriously tried to avoid lines all of my adult life, and I'm pretty good at it. I won't eat at trendy new restaurants that require one to stand in line. I seldom go to movies until the lines have died down. I used to be afraid of going into a post office, because I knew one day just as I was the next customer, the surly clerk would close his window with a feigned indifference practiced by postal service employees, and I would completely lose it and go mad right on the spot. I celebrated the advent of the atm. Its arrival freed me forever of having to stand in a line in a bank.
I will get back in the line. I have a flu bullseye painted on my chest. I have had debilitating asthma as an adult. I am susceptible to chronic bronchitis. I have HIV. The last time I had the flu, I was sick for about a month and the bronchitis didn't completely go away for about another month. It left me with a hacking cough that lasted so long I don't remember when it stopped. Maybe I'm still hacking.
No lines for me today, though. I need to prepare myself mentally. I certainly don't do spontaneous lines. I turned tail and came home so fast you'd have thought I was being pursued. I'm heading to my neighborhood farmers market instead. Persimmons and pears are in abundance now.
How to choose
persimmons. This is precision.
Ripe ones are soft and brown-spotted.
Sniff the bottoms. The sweet one
will be fragrant. How to eat:
put the knife away, lay down the newspaper.
Peel the skin tenderly, not to tear the meat.
Chew on the skin, suck it,
and swallow. Now, eat
the meat of the fruit,
so sweet
all of it, to the heart.
--Li-Young Lee
Happy week-end.
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