Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Watch Out...There Are Nutters Everywhere...

After a three-week hiatus, my part of the world and my rehearsal routine, has become normal. My schizophrenic neighbour has been quiet, for which I am grateful. Her landlord called yesterday to tell me that a judge decreed that this tenant cannot be evicted and that the landlord has the option of either letting her break the lease or simply not renewing it.

The landlord also said that if anything else happens, she does not want to hear about it, and she refuses to break this tenant's lease, despite the fact that she dislikes her and the disturbances she's caused , both in terms of time and money. As the unit owner, she does not seem to understand that if anything else involving this tenant does occur, the management company or the board will notify her. I think she is as much to blame for this situation as her tenant. This owner seems to feel that she can wash her hands of this matter, even as she acknowledges the potential for the tenant to act out because she is still tied to a lease she wants to break.

Furthermore, the unit owner  is under the mistaken impression that I should tell the neighbours about this matter when my only interest is in protecting myself from potential harm. I am not her mouthpiece nor do I care to do her bidding. At this point, all I want to do is find another place to live.

Choir rehearsals for the High Holy Days services are in full swing. We are really pressed for time, however, and I missed rehearsal last week when I reacted badly to a new prescription that my drug plan insisted I try because it is cheaper than the drug my doctor wanted to give me. Why anyone should be subjected to strange side effects before anything else can be done seems both stupid and potentially harmful, but that is also our medical system in a nutshell: broken and potentially harmful. The bottom line is greed. Without regulation, drug prices can be ridiculous. My payment with insurance was $178.65. An uninsured individual would pay $488 for a 90-day supply.

All of this is nuts...And next week, the RNC holds its convention here...

Until Next Time...

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Just When I Was About To Open These...


Yesterday's gathering at a neighbourhood restaurant was wonderful. Everyone enjoyed the food and the company was superb. I received cards, gifts and a dozen long stemmed yellow roses which smelled divine. They have opened beautifully, too.

Unfortunately, I forgot to take my camera. After brunch, two women friends and I went out to do a few errands. I got home just at seven in the evening, and after a gorgeous day, it rained, so my usual roll through our complex was postponed. After placing my gifts and cards aside to open, I had a feline helper who got in the middle of everything, as you can see. I almost could not take these pictures because I was laughing so hard at his antics!

The roses have been sequestered in the bathroom shower, the only place from which the cats can't retrieve them and tear the flowers from their stems. Today, I am tidying and preparing for a few busy days ahead. I wish you all a great week.

Until Next Time...

Friday, August 3, 2012

A Birthday Story...

Fifty-three years ago tonight, a twenty-year-old woman, soon to be divorced, was packing to leave her sad excuse of a husband. She had been to her OBGYN earlier that day for her seven month prenatal visit and the doctor had cleared her for the drive she planned to make from South Carolina to Florida, where she planned to stay with her grandmother.

Told that her pregnancy was progressing normally, she looked forward to leaving and having time to settle before her late October due date. As evening lengthened, she began to feel something wasn't right, and by the time she had reached a friend who drove her to the hospital on a nearby Air Force base, labour had begun.

Steps were taken to halt its progress, including she would later claim, being given something that knocked her out. Upon reaching consciousness early on the morning of August 4, she learned that a daughter had been born. Doctors were not optimistic about the newborn's chances of survival and her young mother was afraid of the loss of this, her second daughter, in just under a year...

That young woman was my mother and I thought about her throughout the day as I went about routines. She is no longer living and I have cheated death on more than one occasion, so birthdays hold a special significance for me. I have learned to be humbly grateful for friends, time and the myriad other things that fill my life.

As I celebrate tomorrow, I'll also pause to remember some special folks I've met through blogging. Thanks for being out there. Be well.

Until Next Time...

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Dear Faithful Readers...

Those of you kind enough to leave comments on my sporadic postings of late are appreciated. I was recently gently chastised by another blogger for failing to respond to comments. I will do, as I can, from now on, as two-way communication is more interesting than any diatribe I might devise.

In the past, I've sometimes asked readers to post questions to me that I then posted and answered. I have but one caveat--no X-rated material.  This is an open, rather than private blog, after all. This is your chance to ask about the blog, me or anything that comes to mind about which you are curious.

Until Next Time...