So often what appears to be a children’s book complete with illustrations, actually contains sentiments, and concepts designed for the adult reader. 

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy is just such a book. 

On every page I discovered something to ponder — the power of a lonely boy; the magnificent of a caring mole friend, the quietness of a good listening (fox) ear, and the wisdom of a gentle horse. 

Because I had read rave reviews I ordered in bulk to share with grandchildren, friends’ kids, and just about anyone else who might possibly 

Some topic examples include when the boy and the mole discover a fox caught in a snare and the fox grumbles that if he weren’t caught he’d kill them both to which the mole replies, “If you stay in that snare you will die,” and then he chews through the wire to set the fox free.

What if every time we met potential adversity we turned and ran, letting adversity melt away or haunt us instead of confronting our fears. 

What would be solved? Too philosophical? I am digging too deeply? I guess I am just in that mood. Another passage stresses the value of kindness — I can take that one in with no reflection at all.

Later the mole asks, “Is your glass half empty or half full?” to which the boy responds, “I think I’m grateful to have a glass.” Hmmm: Count our blessings and enjoy the simple satisfactions.

When the boy asks the horse for advice, among other things the horse relates, “Don’t measure how valuable you are by the way you are treated…always remember you matter, you’re important and you are loved.” Imagining, changing, and taking a chance create vulnerability and that’s how we grow, how we change ourselves, and how we make the world better.

The book ends with the boy, mole, and fox seated upon the horse as moonbeams flash through the night sky, “Home isn’t always a place, is it?” Home is that rich and tender feeling that soothes and helps us grow. I love it. 

In a quick and instant topic adjustment: covid-19 vaccinations. I feel fortunate that Humboldt County procured 600 doses of Moderna for those of us over 65. 

My husband and I signed up immediately and then waited attentively in case an event cancellation arose.

Fortunately, everything proceeded as planned and when we walked into the fairgrounds building we handed in paperwork, showed health cards, and within minutes received #1 vaccination. 

The needle poke did not hurt one bit and a socially distanced seating area provided safety in the large room as we waited to ensure no allergic reaction.

By evening my arm became tender, as expected, but my appreciation of the vaccination held strong. The following morning I decided not to challenge my energy with a run and by 10 a.m. 

I was glad I had held back as some of the side effects mounted. 

I am not going to share doom and gloom, but if you have read about any of these I believe I enjoyed a bit of them all.

A cozy bed and lots of sleep eased the symptoms and shortly after midnight these dissipated and then vanished one by one.

Although initially I sense trepidation over Moderna #2 scheduled for March 3rd, at the same time I reflected that a few hours of not feeling well proved far better than days and weeks of this horrendous flu.

My reaction is not a surprise as the standard flu shot sets me on edge. My friend Georgette pointed out that I always go into things full bore so why would I expect this vaccination be any different. 

I twisted that into a positive as I breathed relief that soon, maybe not until summer, but soon, I can resume some of my favorite activities with family and friends.

Thanks again, Humboldt County, and especially Safeway staff for offering this opportunity. 

Your efficiency and dedication to good service is much appreciate. I can only hope that more vaccine comes our way soon for those who are ready to add this layer of precaution and protection. 

Also, no one else, well maybe 2 people out of many, had any reaction other than a sore arm including my 84-year old sister, so be brave. You’ll breath thanks when this pandemic ends.