Know what? I finally treated myself to a new knit throw! My body temperature is always very low (95°) and I have to bundle up under two or three blankets on the chaise lounge when I’m watching TV so I don’t feel like a dead fish. My new throw, like the old one we just threw out, matches the color of our walls in the family room … a Benjamin Moore paint called “Rum Punch.” But it was just dumb luck, because the color of the throw in Amazon’s photo wasn’t accurate. (I ordered it with my fingers crossed.)
And now for some assorted topics that I’ll separate into paragraphs with neat little subheads!
MEMOIR OF AN ESCAPED DENTAL PATIENT. This is the final “push” … my last gasp with dentistry! I signed up this morning for dental insurance that goes into effect on January 1, a nice plan with MetLife being offered by Scott & White, my Medicare advatantage plan health insurance provider. For $17 a month I get terrific coverage that’s even better than the plan I had through Sam’s employer a couple of years ago. Best part is, you can sign up for this dental plan — and end it — whenever you want. You don’t have to wait for an open enrollment period. And this is important to me, because I’m signing up for dental insurance for one reason only ... to get my last seven teeth extracted and a lower denture made. And as soon as we’re done, I’ll drop my dental plan and hopefully NEVER SEE ANOTHER GODDAMN DENTIST AS LONG AS I LIVE. Please stay tuned for updates but feel free to resume your normal routine in the meantime.
MY MAC IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. I’m being pestered at least five times a day with notifications to set up something called “two-factor authentication” in order to access certain functions of my iMac computer … except I’ve attempted to deal with this baloney twice already and IT JUST DOESN’T WORK. I get error messages, I’m repeatedly asked for Sam’s Apple I.D. password (I don’t even know my own) and now I’m getting threats about no future access to iTunes, although I’ve never accessed iTunes in my entire life. I might have to call Half-Price Geeks to figure out what the hell’s going on.
PUBLIC HEALTH ALERT. There’s a huge FLU OUTBREAK here! The entire school system in Sunnyvale — a ritzy suburb that’s literally across the street from Howdygram headquarters — is shut down for the next two days due to 25% of the students and teachers have called in sick. And since all the schools in Sunnyvale share school buses and certain sports facilities, the district decided it’s probably smart just to let them all stay home. For your possible interest, the following map indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters; and B) Sunnyvale. The open land you see on the map belongs to cattle ranches. (Technically, Sunnyvale probably has more cattle than actual students.)
MY MAC IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. I’m being pestered at least five times a day with notifications to set up something called “two-factor authentication” in order to access certain functions of my iMac computer … except I’ve attempted to deal with this baloney twice already and IT JUST DOESN’T WORK. I get error messages, I’m repeatedly asked for Sam’s Apple I.D. password (I don’t even know my own) and now I’m getting threats about no future access to iTunes, although I’ve never accessed iTunes in my entire life. I might have to call Half-Price Geeks to figure out what the hell’s going on.
PUBLIC HEALTH ALERT. There’s a huge FLU OUTBREAK here! The entire school system in Sunnyvale — a ritzy suburb that’s literally across the street from Howdygram headquarters — is shut down for the next two days due to 25% of the students and teachers have called in sick. And since all the schools in Sunnyvale share school buses and certain sports facilities, the district decided it’s probably smart just to let them all stay home. For your possible interest, the following map indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters; and B) Sunnyvale. The open land you see on the map belongs to cattle ranches. (Technically, Sunnyvale probably has more cattle than actual students.)
I have to sign off now. It’s after 2 p.m., I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I want food and a nap. Today’s lunch will be a teeny can of Chef Boyardee spaghetti rings with fetal-sized meatballs. (When an old lady is hungry enough, she’ll eat ANYTHING.) There’s so much sauce I just pretend it’s a can of soup.
Thank you for reading this.
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