Ugh… medical enrollment time, and this year there is some trickier planning involved regarding how to stretch an employer future health account monies to age 65. Glad to have that benefit, but gosh US healthcare is an expensive, complicated mess.
We hit the Indian Summer lottery for our neighborhood outdoor Halloween party on Thursday. It’s going to be 80! Wish we could keep the sun from setting!
We have the best neighbors and the best neighborhood. This is the fifth annual Halloween event! So much fun!
So, you gave Mom a television you won at a trade show. You added her to your Netflix, Hulu, etc. identifying her by her first name. You didn’t want the tv when she died. Yesterday I thought I would set it up for background noise. Imagine my surprise when I saw the tv was still connected to your account - but my mother had suddenly become “Estate”. Were you going to send me a bill if I used your Hulu? Would it have been so hard to just remove her account?
It turns out my adult daughter had never heard Helen Reddy’s “I am Woman” so I proudly sang it to her (although I’m a man).
Re-entry from vacation sucks.
Huh. We have the same hairstylist, and you shared with her that you’re struggling and you haven’t gotten support from me or other people on the Board. Without mentioning the connection, I emailed you to reiterate that I’m available to help, and you wrote back that everything is fine. OK, whatever. I hope you’re not telling other people the Board is not supporting you.
I will just add on to this vent. OMG, my Anthem premium next year is going to be $999.34/month. For just me. $8,000 deductible. That’s the cheapest policy available. 2 years, 9 months until I’m eligible for Medicare, sigh.
Turning the clocks back and darkening everyone’s world this weekend seems like a recipe for disaster.
You’re pushing a wheelchair up a crowded jetway. Not a good time for you to be texting!
Neighbor-
Your constant false claims of financial success and boasts about your children at the expense of others feels like a cry for help. This is not normal.
I can only say this here, because I am a horrible person for even thinking it. I didn’t want cats again, but my H just had to have two older rescues. The living room furniture is covered because they scratch it. The new carpeting on the stairs is used by one of them as a scratching post - and she knows to only do it when we’re gone or asleep. We can’t just pick up & leave, because we have to get a cat sitter to feed them. And now … one of the cats has a vitamin B12 deficiency. We have to give him shots (H has to give him shots). Every week for at least six weeks, then every other week forever. So much for our carefree retirement. Not to mention the unanticipated expense. Of course, I want to help him, and I would never not do what is necessary for him. But I am not happy, and I would never, ever say anything to H.
My dearest, sweetest Sabadog is nearing the end of her time on earth. My heart hurts so bad.
To my daughter:
Having you call me while filling out your first ballot, asking me how to vote for a mosquito control candidate and then learning you can leave an answer on a ballot blank if you don’t know enough to feel comfortable answering, really made my day.
There aren’t many things I can teach you anymore, and to witness rare snippets of innocence is such a gift. ![]()
I have voted. Everyone can now stop texting, calling, emailing and sending me glossy postcards.
Which super elite school did you go to again??
Oh yeah, that one. I forgot after the first 1,000 times you mentioned it.![]()
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Everyone in our family has now voted and so many friends and neighbors have as well.
Feels good to have it signed, sealed and delivered so to speak.
Now for stomach to churn endlessly until next Tuesday’s results.
I dropped off my absentee ballot at my school’s mailing center yesterday! Felt good, but wow what a wild first election to be eligible to vote in…
I want an option for a universal color for a hand emoji. I pick blue! (Anyone who knows me knows I can’t pick green, because I can manage to kill off even the hardiest of plants….no green thumb here!)
The “fan” who thought his desire for a foul ball was more important than the bodily autonomy of the player who had it in his glove is the poster child for what is wrong with society these days. Too many people think that what they want is more important than anyone or anything.