She was said to be a rabid fan after her death. She wore a Met's cap quite often. She even had an apartment in Manhattan since 1967 and when not in Monroeville was in New York. She never went to games and never saw them on TV, though, because she didn't have one.
I think when the Met's start their season on April 3rd, a night game in Kansas City, I may have to schedule a viewing of old literary friends Atticus, Scout, Jem, Dill, Calpurnia, Bob Ewell, and Boo Radley.
Apparently my ENT Specialist, Dr. Phlegm, wasn't able to convince my new insurance carrier, Aetna, to allow him to continue to prescribe my steroidal flush under their auspices. Apparently the bean counters at their business are smarter and more knowledgeable about nasal issues than he.
In the second health-related event I had appealed the gigantic anesthesiologist bill hoping to get it reduced. The guy was out-of-network and the only one scheduled at Palms of Pasadena hospital that morning. Why didn't someone notice and reschedule? Should I have asked at check-in if everyone was in my network? Did I sign something at check-in that gave my consent? I don't have answers. All I know is that I am on the hook.
And you don't think I'm paying attention to the candidates and what they plan to do with health insurance coverage in this country? You bet I am. I can't afford it. Rant over.
Starting to get the hang of what arms and legs can do.
Looking out the patio door just like the cat.
Exploring and getting busted.
A good day.
Just started the second season of FX's Fargo and it is superb. A Coen-like blend of tension, humor and brutality. I have been wanting something of substance for a while now to binge on and I finally got it.
I am beginning to check airline ticket costs and dates for my next Spring trip to Northlandia in a few weeks. Looking forward to some more nighttime pictures, plein air, fishing, bike riding with buddies, old car showing, and roadtrips with the Wombie. And what with an election this year I may have to swing for some cable TV up there in the cabin.
Mother and Daughter at the Farmer's Market this past weekend. Norah is getting a balloon made for her.