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Medicare Part G
You’re a sick senior citizen and the government says there is no nursing-home care available for you. So what do you do?

Our plan gives anyone 65 years, or older, a gun (G) and 4 bullets.
You are allowed to shoot four Politicians.

Of course, this means you’ll be sent to prison, where you will receive three meals a day, a roof over your head, central heating and air conditioning and all the health care you need.

Need new teeth? No problem. Need glasses? That’s great. Need a new hip, knees, kidney, lungs or heart? They’re all covered.

As an added bonus, your kids can come and visit you at least as often as they do now.

And who will be paying for all of this? The same government that just told you they can’t afford for you to go into a home.

And, you can get rid of 4 useless politicians while you’re at it.

Plus, because you are a prisoner, you don’t have to pay any income taxes anymore.

Is this a great country or what?

in the eye of the beholder

strange experience this morning. an aha moment. sitting on the back steps, looking out into the gardens, and the garage area behind, partially hidden by trees and bushes.

to see or not to see

Nick was to come and mow the back. but he didn’t come, and i wasn’t expecting him, since I had just gotten off the phone with him.

and yet…

in the shadows, in the spaces between leaf and limb, i could make out the shape of his car next to the garage. i knew it was not there, but, alas, i could glimpse it quite clearly in a hazy sort of way.

it was so real, i got up and walked into the yard, closer to where the phantom car sat. and sure enough, it wasn’t there.

double knowledge, so to speak, and yet when i sat down again and peered out, i could still make out his car.

i don’t have an answer for this, but it gave me a clear perception that we see exactly what we want to see, making it up, even if it isn’t there at all.

now, what do i do with that new insight?


Don't worry. Be happy.

i just figured out what it meant to me.

The finger is telling me to pay attention, but the monkey is telling me it’s ok, it understands that I’m preoccupied… so, don’t worry. be happy, but you know, pay attention…

Glass breaks

Guess what I had to buy this morning… A blender!

No, it was not out of envy for my son’s 12-speed model. (link provided, in case you want to revisit THAT post).

It’s more because, I don’t know, I’m getting old? (That link shows my coffee pot with a hole in it, so you don’t have to click if you don’t feel like it).

Now, I am not going to explain why I bought a blender. You guess…

Here’s a hint:

And NOOOOO. It was not my son who broke it.

It was ole-miss-take-care-of-everything instead of minding-her-own-business.

Lesson learned. Do not clean up after anybody until you’ve had your first cup of coffee (provided that you have not broken the coffee pot).

Should I or Shouldn’t I?

I didn’t read this right first. Brogan suggests  replacing the word “blogging” with “pursuits” and I saw “results.” No matter which word is used, I thought this simple diagram (by Chris Brogan) would be something to keep in mind with any “pursuit.”  Why do anything that is a detriment?