Saturday, December 8, 2012

Saturday sats.

Thought I had an abscessed tooth.  Uh, oh -- there go the Christmas profits.  Drowned it in salt water for a few days, and it went away.  Just a cut gum I think.

By the way, if they increase the Medicare age to 67 in 2014, guess who get's caught? I suspect those last two years of premiums would be astronomical.   Linda would just make it under the wire.

Have we turned socialist yet?


This rejection hit me harder than I expected.  I'm going to need to factor in this reaction in making further plans.

As lame as it sounds, I figure it will be good for me in the long run.

It was a practice run, a reality test.  Which probably needed to happen.


I've come up with some plot twists for Freedy Filkins, but it's not flowing quite as easy.  I was going to try to push on through this week, but I'm not going to do that unless it comes extraordinarily easy.


Leave those Wolverines alone!

Read the article, and they aren't actually trapping them, only taking pictures of them.   Cool.  I've been a big wolverine fan since I saw a nature documentary on them a year or so ago.  I like solitary creatures.


Linda loaded me up with goodies before she left for her writing trip.  She got a tray of cupcakes that I swear are radioactive.  Aquamarine in color, I think they glow in the dark.  I finally took them to the laundry nook outside my office because they were way too distracting.


Linda says that the Ponderosa Lodge people in Sisters are treating her like a "writer-in-residence" which is slightly embarrassing.

People like writers -- or the idea of writers -- or something.


Anonymous said...

Dont you mean last two years. Medicare is 65 now not 62.

Duncan McGeary said...

I corrected.

I think I was getting at the way the health insurance people would just ream us even more than they are. That if the last two years go up, then the previous three years would also be dragged up. Something like that. Not based on anything.