7/18/14: How’s This for Bad Parenting, Folks?
I live on the Cape and it is summertime. There is a stretch from an exit on Route 6 to where I turn toward my house. It takes about a minute to go this distance on a good day. I stay in the left lane to make the turn. There is no point to race up to the corner and a red light. The guy behind me snuggled my rear end all the way. As I pulled into the turn lane, he passed me. A boy about fifteen years of age pulled his body out of the back window clear down to his waistline to wave as Dad raced on. If this makes little sense to you, try a rainy day.
I decided to visit my local Dunkin’. Parking is limited, especially in summer months, but with patience, someone moves out. I got lucky and had lunch. As I left the restaurant, there was a strong downpour. I expect a few antsy drivers at these times, so used my right-hand turn signal and calmly moved out into the lane in front of the restaurant. There was barely enough space to pass, but don’t you think some idiot sped in front of me? So what, I thought. As I peered at the car, my “so-what” became “It’s a damn shame.” There was a young boy in the back seat learning something that could get him killed in the future. If you drivers must get it off behind the wheel, at least save that disgusting behavior for when your kid isn’t there to see it.
7/16/14: Ongoing Income Saga
Yes! Finally, I received answers regarding fees, what funds are a waste and where I should invest at my age. Within a half hour, I learned more than I had in years dealing with bank reps. I am so glad I called my friend. I hesitated doing this, following the old advice that you do not put investments in the hands of the guy you play golf with because he seems like a nice guy. He is also quite young, but works with a team of seasoned advisers. One, he pointed out, is a woman who takes no nonsense if things do not move smoothly. At times, we need bulldogs. I expect we will have a quick transfer of accounts thanks to his associate.
This morning, I am off to a writers’ group at the library. Good friends are needed at this point in time and more than I probably realize.
7/15/14: Playing with this blog will have to wait. Are you aware of how emotional upheavals can wear you out physiclly? I had planned to hear a presentation by a writer acquantance of mine last night. We need all the support we can get.
What got in the way was money. Not that I had to give anything but a small voluntary donation to the library. It is the banks that are getting in my way. I had transferred from one that had held thousands of dollars hostage in order for me to carry a “free” checking account. It took several months, even though I followed each set of directions for the retiree incomes and the bill-paying outlays. These things should not take so much time to materialize. Several of these institutions seem to have thrown the info up on a cloud somewhere. I had help from a rep at the new bank and we both kept on them. Three months later…
Flash forward to the new financial manager. I met him and decided to move several accounts, including an IRA that will stop paying 5% in August. He started the processing over a month ago. I called Friday, left a message. I called Monday, left a message. No answer. Very ungood. After a relaxing light lunch at the Dunkin’, where i go to write or chat with customers, I went to the manager of the new bank. I wanted to know what happened to Alan, who appeared to be a go-getter. He went and got all right. Suddenly he had quit. Seems he received a better offer. Trouble is, no one told me!
I made an appointment to see a new adviser Thursday. Hmmm, I thought. I called a fellow who works for a prestigious firm. He is coming to my house this evening. Not that I have that much money to go bananas over. When he worked at the local bank, he used to kid me about my “big bucks.” The fact that I took out an IRA way back when helps. The main reason I am not falling through the cracks is that I paid off all debt years ago. The house I lived in was paid off in the 70s. A woman I worked with at the time said the car I was interested in was sub-admirable. I should take out a loan and get one with pizazz.
“When you’re dead and buried, someoneelse can pay off your debts,” she said.
Nah. That never helped anyone breathe into their sails.
7/11/14: When I can figure out how to place info on the footer of the blog, I will. Seems folks do not want to use “comment,” so I have a new email address: email@example.com
When I had mistakenly allowed users in, the email addresses contained fkdklrku or zufooglz or numbers thrown in. What does that tell you? Anybody get this junk? Dump ‘em.
I gave the new address to two young ladies today that work at the Chat House. I would love to hear from them and other real people, not scam artists. Meanwhile, I will see what I can learn about Word Press on Youtube tutorials.
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Just got of the phone with Beltone. I have been using their products for a few years, now. I am going for my third set of hearing aids. I had been grandmothered in for free batteries and checkups for life, having been a faithful customer. So how come I can’t get a direct answer from them. They will not give a list pricel on the internet. That is why I called. I hae talked to a rep. locally, so why must I go back to him for the answer? I get “this discount,” “that special,” “and with the “Tufts payment, muddle something, something payment, we’re talking over $5,000 with 3 years free batteries and checkups.” Wait a minute. Suppose I want to hang in with this premium model for the rest of my life? (They charge enough for free lifetime batteries, at least.)
The model with 9 channels is over $4,000 less the insurance payment and you get 2 years of free batteries and checkups. I would really like to know what the basic charge is. In their ads, they suggest that prices are different depending on which office you go to. That does not sound Kosher. When I think of past experiences, there is always a sale on or the proprieter can get you a discount or even bend a little. I have worked one of those before. Wonder if the grandfather rule can be kept in place. ???
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4/22/14: The Fight Is On. Don’t ask me where I found this. Facebook to somewhere to another sight. Wherever and whoever, I thank you. I have added a mouthwash, or as they put it, a push in my fight against Pseudomonas. The buggers that are in my body are from a very resistant strain. God only knows how long I have had this. The medical practice of testing sputum is no longer routine. I have finally convinced several of my physicians to find out some specifics this way. If one must use antibiotics, I still think what they did eons ago was more effective. It was called a culture and sensitivity. The test took time, but at least you were not thrown pure guesswork from the pharmacy. There are diet changes I have been trying to make environmental me less comfortable for bastardly germs less comfortable. But to get back to the mouthwash—when you rise in the AM, your digestive system has been put on hold, so it is a good time to help flush out your insides. Drink 2 liters of lemon water. I can’t quite hack liters, so have gradually gotten up to about 25 ounces. Meanwhile, place 2 teaspoons of organic coconut oil in a small glass. Nuke a small bowl of H2O and place the glass of solidified oil in saucer and let liquify. Let the oil sit in your mouth for twenty minutes, occasionally swishing it. Do not spit out into drain, but be prepared to use a trash basket lined with a plastic bag and a paper towel in the bottom. Do not swallow, as reportedly, the liquid carries germs from your mouth. It is also supposed to help eliminate plaque. We shall see. I am willing to try anything. After four courses of antibiotics to treat pneumonia and this Pseudo crap, I have also put diet into the arsenal. Not only do I believe it helps, the doctors I deal with agree. However, I visited my pulmonary specialist yesterday. The infection? The doctor said I would never get rid of it. He said he had it and that if you work in hospitals, this is not unusual. Well, I will keep on doing what I am doing with diet and check with my primary. You learn by your mistakes. I was treating tap water with a small amount of baking soda, testing with a dip stick to see if I brought the pH factor up a bit. My big mistake was not reading labels. I wound up reading my ankles instead. After a while, they blew up. Damned if the baking soda isn’t loaded with salt. Currently, I am eating organic greens. Salads are on the menu nearly every day with lots of spinach. I grow Swiss chard and kale and steam in a double boiler. The veggies I mentioned here have an added bonus. Iron. Drinking plenty of water is helpful. I have to beat myself up to do this, though.
7/20/13: Cherry Tomatoes The strawberries have been finished for over two weeks. I looked out early yesterday and spotted a bigger-than-a-golf-ball sized red tomato. Hooray. It is not that I haven’t had a few cherry variety treats over the winter, The two plants that I started indoors last fall produced, if sparingly, pleasant edibles. I left the plants out to die near the back door. Not much sun hits there, but the sons-of-guns kept going, throwing out blossoms. I fed and watered them and enjoyed a few early munchies, those the neighborhood scavengers didn’t grab before I did.
I visited a naturopath doctor early this summer. She approved of my mostly natural food diet, as had a nutritionist I saw last year. Four years ago, after tiring of tasteless engineered food, I had zeroed in on the good stuff, particularly foods that would help my body do battle against the baddies. The internet has information about properties that fight, for instance, cancer. A believer in preventive medicine, I knew that within attractive whole foods, were chemicals. Yes, chemistry can help. I like to call it better living through less medication and CAT scans. The ND is not anti-medical doctor, explaining that she studied what her counterpart physicians did, with the exception of drugs. I am following her suggestion that I try cutting out gluten, for one thing. So much for my visits to the Dunkin’ for sandwiches. There is a deli down the block that will make anything you want on a gluten-free bun. I visit there once in a while. During this heat wave, the supermarket delis gets my business. It features good German potato salad and seafood salad. I suspect the big chunks in that mayo is crabmeat. I see no other unidentified swimming objects. This is only one meal a day a few times a week for now. I break up the fishy protein with their best sliced turkey. No chicken, though. They do not sell no-antibiotic, no-nonsense varieties at this counter. We agreed to try adding more protein via whey. I found a variety that is lactose-free and sweetened with stevia. I mix 20 or so grams into almond milk and pur it over cereal in the AM. I opted for vanilla flavor. Vanilla and chocolate are addictions I allow myself to follow. I make up for this with healthy musts in the morning. Before I went off milk generally, I added several types of ground nuts, chia seeds, sprouted kale, a handful of blueberries, and half a teaspoon of ground cinnamon to organic yogurt. The organic part is questionable. Who knows what they feed cows these days. Anxious to try making almond milk yogurt. This milk has been scarce, as has almond butter. I don’t feel like getting dressed early to run down to the store and beat out other customers who want the brand of nut milk that does not contain carrageenan. The other brands have that thickener in them. They say it is seaweed. Question that one. After they get through playing around processing and chemically fooling with it, do they add MSG? I am not taking a chance. I understand this is added to processed food to make you hungry and frequently added to carrageenan. Go figure. Translation: There goes your figure. And so it goes. I will soon be planting seeds for the lettuce, kale, tomato, etcetera crops to keep salads going during the fall and winter. The porch needs neating up, but what the hell. If I have time. Recently bought a program for my ebook device and have been playing Scrabble with Al. Al is a computerized pal I can’t hope to beat. Who’d have thunk he would come up with an eight letter word toward the end of the game. Yes, I know. Only seven tiles, but he latched onto an “h” at the botom of the outside left column. When I get tired of him, I play my alter ego. One of us has to win. Footnote: Maybe I should have titled this piece, Oh Shit, Another Addiction.
7/25/12: Want to save money? To begin, my old clunker of a TV in the bedroom suddenly croaked. I called some local stores. A name brand was available, a 24″led with built-in DVD for $300. I checked with another store and they had it for a little less but i would have to wait for delivery. Okay, I checked Best Buy*. They had their own brand side by side with the big-name brand. It has the exact-same features, but. The big but. Can I trust the unknown brand? Then I thought of the warranties that used to be in force for years on good products. They do not exist any more. I get the feeling that everything is made overseas no matter whose name is on the label and generally, they are backed up for only one year. Nuts, I thought. I picked up the store brand for $200 dollars, added a four-year extended plan for $30, figuring I’d saved on that, too. I brought it home, plugged it in and easily followed directions to get up and running. Now, if I can only find some decent programs. That is the big problem. Most broadcasts are hardly worth the monthly fee.
*The store is mentioned because it sells a multitude of electronic merchandise in the Hyannis area, has a 30-day return policy and many choices. I receive no monetary or other consideration for putting this on my blog. The store has it’s pluses and minuses. If I need a fix on the TV, I must pack it up and leave it at the store for at least three weeks. I have had this experience in the past with their products. Will let you know if anything ugly happens.