These past ten days I have been in the Frozen North helping the parental units with a (relatively) mild health crisis. Now past eighty and all but lacking hips, Mom finally had to give up on her walker-with-a-seat and acquire a motorized scooter. Boy that Medicare is something else! I don't begrudge any disabled octogenarian a pair of wheels, but here's a hint about how corrupt our "healthcare system" is: I am 48 years old and I have never owned a car that cost as much as the "price" of that scooter. Suffice it to say that the vast majority of our "healthcare" dollars, are not being used to provide healthcare. They are being used to line the pockets of people who are not helpless. I'm coming closer and closer to the conclusion that "Tear it down and rebuild it," might be this country's only hope.
Tomorrow I fly home to my endlessly patient husband and my dumb old dog and cats. I miss them all, but I've enjoyed my "vacation." I've taken some long walks, spent an afternoon shopping, pulled a few weeds, and mostly just hung out, trying to take the housework burden off of Dad. I've been able to keep up blog reading fairly well, but haven't had the time for a lot of commenting.
My "To Do" list awaits, and I hope it includes a blogshoot this weekend. I'll also be distributing copies of my "Anonymous Letter" post, and getting organized to do some volunteer work for A Voice for Men. And I need to find a paying job. Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I almost forgot! It's also about time to put together a color scheme for the master bedroom! I know what I want; I just have to figure out how to do it.
Thanks to the comments on that post (ranging from brilliantly insightful to pathetically obtuse) I have plenty of blog fodder, so I'll be expanding on several of those points. And man am I looking forward to it!