Not ONE Minute

That's what the doc told me to not worry as he sent me for additional tests yesterday. This getting-old thing is Getting Old! So now I have an additional day of CT scans coming up. Looks like my week is pretty much taken up with stuff like this, but I do have to say that getting health care things taken care of in FL is way easier than in Boston. I know, unbelievable, isn't it? But true. Possibly because I have a really good GP who has a huge network of experts in his arsenal, all within a short distance, all in office buildings with big parking lots, and all with pleasant people working for them! It's always an quick in-and-out with a quick call back when waiting for an answer. I have been very lucky here.

Which makes up for my Medicare problems that are continuing still. Now I find out that my new Rx program won't pay for any of my meds--- they were on the list when I checked before I signed on, but all have little disclaimers that I need to find cheaper alternatives in the list I got after they got my money. I'll talk to the endo at the end of the month, and if she doesn't have any better solutions I will simply pay the big bucks until I bleed out. (Figuratively speaking.)

So, yesterday in the studio I ran out of ink in the middle of printing a big piece of rice paper. Fortunately all is not lost because I can cut it up and use it in other ways, but damn! So today I go looking to see if anybody stocks this particular ink locally, then try to pick up where I left off before the red drop started blinking.

Today my son is starting on a big adventure. He's leaving tonight for Strasbourg to meet up with his GF, my GF-in-law, for a five week trip through eastern Europe. They haven't seen each other for six months now because she has been in a pastry program in France. This week she finishing her internship which must be a big relief after so much hard work, and they will then be off for parts unknown. I hope they have a fabulous memorable exciting time. Can't wait for them to get back so I can hear all about it. I really envy their adventures, wish I would have had the ability to travel more back before life took me over and I needed more than a big backpack.

Seems all I did when I got to Boston back in the 60's was pay rent and buy a little food now and then. Not that I didn't have some fun too, but as soon as I could I got a studio apartment and that took a huge chunk out of my meager earnings. I needed the studio apartment to house my loom which was the size of a Volkswagon.

I was so proud of that thing, my first big purchase on my own, but I can't say as my parade of roommates over those first few years felt the same. The problem was that I moved every September and I ran out of big and burly friends quickly when they saw the bloody thing! So, once me and my loom got the studio I stayed put for a couple of years. Finally had to marry a big and burly to move it the last four or five times.