A Brief Note.

 A Brief Note.

 

My new paring knife found a finger on the left hand today while the old woman was talking/listening to a salesman on Wellmed. He informed me that my plan pays for those quick places one goes to when things are not too serious. A Band-Aid took care of the situation. Anyway, learned a bit more about my insurance coverage and still feel as if the Advantage Plan is perfect for an old woman who hardly ever gets sick and whose meds are relatively cheap.

 

Looked up the claims on my insurance plan and felt very satisfied to see that all the physical therapy had been paid for, most of the surgery expenses, and almost all of the office calls. While the young man tried to talk me into seeing a doctor who would take Medicare, he got an earful about the concierge doctor services that make me happy. My cousin Eba says that she ends up waiting as long as two weeks just to see her doctor and then does not feel as if he listens to her. Not so with Dr. Blackwell. If it takes 30 minutes to an hour, we do whatever needs to be done. Yet she is the one who sent me to specialists when she felt that was necessary. That is service in my estimation.

 

The young Hispanics who are stringing lines for AT&T came again today for access to my land under the existing wires. Just had to be sure the dogs did not have access to legs and arms for a few hours. No biggie.

 

Had planned to go vote today for James Frank and all the amendments to our Texas constitution. Woke up feeling like yesterday’s dishrag and, other than going down to put Patty’s trash in her bin and walking Roxie, this old woman pretty much did not do much. Cooked some pork for the dogs and two thin-sliced pieces of beef for me along with some onion with warmed over potatoes for din-upper. The dogs approved and the steak was not too terribly tough to chew.

 

Have been watching episodes of Death in Paradise again. Saw it on TV when it first came out, but had forgotten the plots since then. It is still interesting and quite amusing. Love the fact that he could hardly ever get a decent cup of tea and that he always carried his brief case with him. An Englishman in the Caribbean is the perfect juxtaposition of strange things. It makes me realize that normal for one place is totally bizarre in another.

 

Sterling is making some kind of supper at his house and said he would call back, so things must be rocking right along up there in NW Arkansas. Really like their governor.

 

Let us remember tonight those who mourn.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.