The weather has forced me into moral bankruptcy

Those of you who know me know that I hate to wear pants. I will go in shorts well into the winter and will hit the shorts as early in spring as possible. I thought that starting into shorts in May was totally reasonable, well up in Chicago it is apparently not a good idea. Shorts and t-shirts are like a religion to me, so when I switch, it’s like a promise to the holy trinity. Today broke me. I got up and it was raining and 36 degrees with a very stiff wind. I made it through the morning in shorts, but after working on the windows and taking a shower, I was too cold to carry on my religious crusade. The weather had gotten me and I gave way to the evil blue jeans!

The local community pool opens this weekend and everyone is excited about starting the season. How could they possibly get an outdoor pool to a swimmable temperature with the outdoor temperature in the 30 and the wind at 20 mph. I think there’s going to be a lot of disappointed, entitled Highland Park moms asking them why they can’t control the weather better in the district. It is a really nice pool though. It’s got a big pot that fills and spills and lots of squirt-ey things and 2 giant water slides. A good friend of ours brought the kids with her and her children just after we moved here. I, on the other hand, have a CPO certification and know way too much about pools. I honestly won’t swim in a public pool. Too many dirty asses out there and every one of them that goes swimming leaves a little of that for me to swim in. If I want shit in my face that bad, I’ll rub my face in my dog’s ass. No strangers’ poop for me today, thank you!

It’s official now. I incorporated last week and I am now legally RentAZack.com, Inc. Home improvement extraordinaire! It was a long road to get it all going, but I have it done. Now I have to get some customers and get some income! I can’t wait! It’s been so long since I’ve done this kind of work for profit. I’ve done probably $20k worth of work for free around my house and still am only half done. It’s hard to stay on task when you’re not getting any money for it. I’m just not inspired when the work is free.

Mo and Jo have left the building.

Have you ever had one of those days at the gym where everything’s just extra hard (yeah, I know, “that’s what she said!”)?  (Advertisement) This is why I wear the Polar RS400 heart rate monitor (End Advertisement)!  Seriously, I felt totally broken yesterday.  On a normal day I can do cardio for between 60 and 90 minutes and bounce between zones 4-5 the whole time.  Most machines have a heart rate program where they will do that for you, which is great because I hate monitoring my watch or watching a timer for the entire workout.

Three (or four) Blind Mice

Mystery solved.  That doesn’t make much of a post, though, does it?  On Monday this week, I took a deep breath and dove into (climbed up to) the eaves of our third-floor deck.  Since before we moved in, there has been a suspicious hole in the corner of the eaves.  It’s been getting larger and larger over the course of the year.  There were many reasons for putting this task off and the main one being that I didn’t have a ladder that would reach that high anymore.  I had an aluminium ladder when I was living in Texas, but I hated it!  It had several sharp edges wich would invariably hack one of my knees as I was climbing it – no matter how careful I was being.  This was ugly.  Have you ever gotten a small scratch on your skin while you were sweating profusely?  It looks like a horror show – blood all the way down my leg and onto my sock.  Looks like real serious hack-age.  The other thing was that it was really rickety.  I’m not sure how the ladders are rated, but I got one that maxes out at 225 lb.  So, at 215-220 pounds, plus tools, plus steel-tipped shoes (you’d be surprised how heavy they are if you’ve never worn them), plus any parts and supplies I might be bringing with me, I’d say that ladder was over-burdened.  Now, at 28′ up in the air, I’m not thinking I’ll like the sudden trip down if I really push the engineering of that ladder, huh?

I donated it to the Montessori school that the kids were going to in Texas before we moved.  They needed a ladder and they guy that they had doing maintenance there at the time didn’t have a ladder and he only weighed (tops) 150 lb.  What about the sharp edges?  Well, I think I’m the only idiot that does construction-type work wearing shorts.  Who says that ladder is idiot proof?  They loved having a way to get up to the roof to check filters and belts during the year, and it saved them from having to rent one every time they hired this guy to help out.

I wanted to get a new ladder ever since I’ve been in Chicago, but really thought it would be a good idea to get one that was made of fiberglass.  Our new house is in an older, well established neighborhood that has “real” power lines everywhere.  I like the idea of being insulated from the main coming into the building.  I’ve been working too long with high (much higher than household) voltage to get my ass smacked by 150 amps of 220 because I was too cheap to buy the better ladder. Fiberglass is a bit heavier and about 30% more expensive than the aluminium ones.

Having said all of that, I still needed a new ladder.  I’ve been carefully watching Craigslist for the past few weeks and, finally, I found a deal!  $150 for a 28-footer was something to take another look at.  I drove for about an hour to get to a little town called Morton Grove, maybe to look at it.  Bingo!  I found a perfect ladder for me.  I saved a good $200 by getting it used.  This was all last Sunday; Monday morning there was no excuse but to get up on it and move the project along.  And back to the beginning: deep breath and start tearing into it.

So I start by getting up close to the holes in the fascia boards.  I’ve never seen this kind of “wear” on wood like this.  It wasn’t birds or squirrels or bugs.  I did have a sense that it was mice only because a few months after I we moved into the house, I noticed some “mice poop” in a small area around the AC blower unit in the storage spaces on the third floor.  I set a few “humane” traps and got all three of them (might have been 4 – I forget) within 24 hours.  I put humane inside of quotes because of the scene that I saw when I retrieved the trap.  Let’s go on a little sidebar trip…

So, I go to the hardware store to get traps for the mice.  Look, I don’t think I’m a bad guy.  I know how the “snappy” traps work and thought that they would work fine if I could guarantee a good neck snap every time.  You and I both know that this is not always how they work and the same it true with most “kill-type” traps.  The glue ones are especially sick, so that was off the table.  Anyway, I find this neat-o humane trap that will host “up to 4 mice.”  So that’s what it says on the package and, quite honestly, that’s what it will do – with a caveat.  I was looking for the ability to get rid of the mice and not have to endure the smell of death inside my walls because I poisoned them and hoped that they would just go away.  I also didn’t want to think that I tortured these creatures either.  That seems a bit unfair; after all, they aren’t in my house looking to kill me in my sleep and if I had a wolf hiding in my attic, I would go for the kill or maim thing.  We were not quite there yet.  So, being pleased with my find, I purchased Qty. 1 of the happy-rat-be-gone trap and was having good thoughts of driving them out to the beautiful lakefront park and releasing them to have a peaceful, happy, and profitable life.  [imagine the basketball end-of-quarter clock sounding here]  I got home and put my hunk of smelly peanut butter in the “put bait here” section of the trap.  I walked my happy ass up to the third floor and put the trap right where I thought they would be using as a walkway (Do mice stop to poop?  I don’t think so because they leave a trail of poop everywhere.  Maybe their buttholes have no sphincter muscle and they just “pop” when the body’s done with the food – I dunno, but I know that I don’t think I can poop while I’m walking.).  There was an unmistakable trail that I could put the trap near and that’s what I did.

Now, this trap works on the “door locks from one side” principle.  The mouse smells the bait and starts to walk down a nice hallway.  The little mousie comes to a door and says, “Hmm, smells like the food is just past this door.”  The little mousie pushes on the door (no doorbell or knocker) and it opens right away.  It’s just like Goldilocks, “nobody’s home and, mmm, the porridge smells just divine!”  Well, what the mousie doesn’t know is the door is weighted to close behind him…”okay, they don’t like the kids to leave the doors open because nobody likes flies in the house.  I’ll deal with that later.”  Mousie runs down the hallway and into the dining room.  “Aah, there it is!  Wow, that’s a suspiciously large morsel of peanut butter, but damn that thing looks good.”  This brings up another aside:  mice probably don’t have a word for (or a good translation for): “Oh Shit! Run for Your Lives!!!”  and the other part of that is they seem to be very tenacious and overly resourceful, which brings me to the ugly conclusion…they obviously travel in packs and don’t talk much.  Mouse number 2, 3, and, perhaps 4 (don’t remember) follow closely behind.  Now, I’m not sure what exactly happened, but within about 8 hours of setting the trap and setting it, I found 3 (or 4) dead mice; they weren’t just dead, though.  There was lots of blood everywhere and a couple had been partially eaten.  The trap was not humane!  It was the house of TERROR!  So how do you get rid of this mess?  Dude, it was nasty in a wholesale way.  With 2 Target bags and 1 Ziplock bag in the cans in the garage, I retreated to my humble home-now-terrorist-headquarters, to ponder what I would have seen if one of the mice had been carrying an iPhone 4.  Damn, fresh dead mice smell nasty!

As I was saying before, I had never seen that kind of wear or deterioration of boards before, but it stopped getting bigger after that massacre I just described.  There was not much rot, but I thought if another critter had that same idea, he’d at least have to endure some serious GI issues because my plan was to replace it with extruded PVC.  Next step was to measure everything up, sort out the cut list and go to the hardware store.  Everything went well, except that I started seeing some huge carpenter ants once in a while when I was doing the demolition.  There weren’t coming from what I was working on, but they had to have been coming from someplace close.  Just above the eaves was,  well, flashing and above that a decorative deck fence.  The deck is accessible from the third floor, but there’s no door, it’s just a window access.  Anyway, the fence was looking ragged and was on my to-do list.  I needed to partially dismantle that fence to move the flashing enough to take the boards away, so I figured that this was the time to get a closer look at the fence.  It was the source of the carpenter ants alright!  I almost threw the hammer that I was using to knock the fence apart into the street at one point, as the wood was so wet and soft that it was like whacking a sheet of paper with the hammer.  Sometimes I wonder who the hell puts these things together; the wood was cheap, the cross cuts were not primed and there was no sealant on any of the joints.  To make things worse, the posts were “boxes” and not solid wood, well it wasn’t solid wood in any way anymore.  My neighbor said that the fence on the roof deck wasn’t more than 5 years old.  Crap.  I have to re-do the whole thing.  The good thing about this was that it was an ugly, flubby fence and didn’t fit the scale of the house, so I get the chance to make it again, and make it right.

On Thursday, I completed the repair of the fascia because they were predicting rain and I wanted to get it buttoned up.  The PVC looks like a million bucks and it all went in without a hitch.  I cleaned up the flashing and re-sealed all of the old nail holes from the fence that I removed and we’re ready for paint.  I’ll keep you posted on the fence.  I think I want to go with a short fence, but taller than the  old one – so about 3′ tall and 4×4 posts instead of 10×10.  The tops of the posts will be finished off with copper caps. It’ll look da bomb!  One major difference: the ends of the boards will be sealed.  Always remember that if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself or watch those you hire like a hawk until you get that they know how to do stuff to last.  I’ll keep you posted.

The Win-this Protection Program

There’s a certain comradery that comes with being siblings, I’ve noticed.  It also never manifests in the way you think it will and it’s NEVER the Norman Rockwell kind either.  Both of my children like to play the video games on the iPhones that Shayna and I have and for Ela’s 8th, we bought her an iPod touch.  They really enjoy the games even though they seem pointless.  Now, having said that, if you’ve never tried “Angry Birds,” DON’T!  It is, in fact, pointless, but totally addictive.  Since trying it, I have decided not to try any of the other kids’ games.  Back to the point…they have this little secret standard of behavior around the games that’s really charming:  They will try and try at a “level” of a game, then when they can’t win, they switch devices and say, “Win this for me.”  It’s really adorable and they don’t even know they’re doing it.  I dunno, if I tell them to get along, they would start fighting over the game, but this is a relief to see.

What an ugly day here in Chicago.  Started out cold and then started raining; I should not be able to see my breath in May.  I decided to do absolutely nothing of importance today except to start preparing for Mother’s Day.  The kids are loving the preparation and have given her everything that we’ve prepared all week.  The just couldn’t wait and that’s super cute.  Here’s what they did so far:  They made a book for Mommy.  Ela and Ben have been secretly preparing these things in her room, which has been a “no go” zone all week.  She created a workspace for Ben and put another chair in her room so that they could go in the “lab” (that’s what she called it) to prepare the “secret experiments.”  On Friday night, we had a black-tie event to go to and had a babysitter, who further moved the experiment along.  So this morning when we got up, they bombarded her with all of the stuff; then they talked me into giving up my gift as well.  I’m not so creative, so I ordered a keepsake box from Snapfish with a photo of kids on the top.  She really liked it because it can go on her desk at the office.  Then, tonight for dinner, I smoked a skirt steak that I’ve been marninating for about 36 hours – Holy Crap!  That came out really tasty.  I combined that with my special recipe for lima beans and also a wild rice blend as a bed for the beans and steak.  I know it was good because Benjamin ate it. 

Tomorrow, is the real deal!  I don’t have much left, but the day will start with breakfast of Froot Loops and crappaccino in bed.  Then, for lunch, I plan a picnic at the park (it’s supposed to be MUCH warmer tomorrow…and sunny too) with sandwiches (unwiches for the grown-ups) from our new favorite sandwich shop, Jimmy John’s.  I’m hoping this works as I’m not the brightest bulb on the tree when it comes to this kind of thing.

If He’s Mean to my Brother, I’ll Kick Him in the Nuts.

Not exactly what I expected my 8-year old daughter to say, but I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and it probably could have been a lot worse.  She hears me talk while I’m driving!

I guess that’s how it is with siblings; they hate each other on a moment to moment basis, but if you try to hate one of them, the other jumps right in.  Ben was complaining about one of the kids in his class not being nice to him and Ela chimes in with that jewel of a statement.  What made it extra funny, was that she was working on her homework, had her head down and seemed to be completely disengaged from the conversation, then, BAM!  It’s amazing.  Kids really do hear everything unless you’re looking directly at them, using their name and giving them advice or discipline.  So the takeaway from this, I guess is: when you think your children are not listening, they are, when you think they are listening, they’re not.  If you want your child to listen to you, direct your comments to someone else.  You got that?  There’ll be a test later.

Aye, it just happened!  Ben was doing something “stupid” and I asked him to stop…3 times: Loud, Louder, and ME.  He didn’t hear me either time, then I said, “Ice cream, Ben?” in a regular voice and he immediately said, “Huh?”  Where’s the knitting needle?

Well, Now I Have to Fix it…

I finally started replacing the tools that were lost/destroyed during our move (over a year ago).  Found a ladder that a guy was trying to get rid of for $150 – Great deal for a 28 footer (fiberglass).  Then I just sucked it up and got a portable table saw to replace the one that got bent in the move.  Expensive little buggers, but this thing is niiiiiice!  All I needed it to do is be removable from the basement and to be able to take a dado blade.  This one fit the bill!

Now that I have the tools, I need to start moving on some of the outdoor repairs.  Somebody is eating the eaves on my upper deck porch.  I got up there for a closer look today and found, well, nothing that tells me who has been eating my eaves…but did find significant “chewage” on the wood.  So, up to the deck on the 3rd floor to start taking things apart.  The entire rail system on the deck is rotting.  Not so bad because I hated the railing up there anyway and that’s a good excuse to re-design it and do it over.  It’ll look KILLER when I’m done.  Anyway, have to remove the railing to loosen the flashing to get to the eaves.  It’s all coming out and I’m replacing it with extruded PVC – yeah, eat that, bitch!  If someone has the balls to eat through that, I might think about moving.  Once that’s back in place, I will re-do the rails.  Extruded PVC for the base and posts and wood for the balance.  The whole thing was rotting at the joints and the base.  It didn’t appear that it was primed or painted at the cross cuts.  I guess if you’re doing the work for someone else, they’ll never know the difference.  I’ll be here a while.  I don’t want my wife to ask me in 10 years why my shit is falling apart…she’ll think I’m “one of them.”  As an aside, I did find plenty of carpenter ants in the railings above the holes in the eaves, but there was no moisture on the eaves.  I understand that the carpenter ants like wet wood, but do they eat the dry stuff too?  Could this be all ant damage?  I don’t really see any evidence of there being ants in those holes…Whatever, I’ll find out when I take the eaves apart.  Maybe I should take photos and post the progress…

Okay, one more thing…

I’m getting comments and suggestions from people I don’t know and have never heard of before.  Are there people out there that just read other’s blogs?  Trust me guys, I’m not doing this for your entertainment.  I just want a place to poop out my thoughts.  I don’t remember anything from day to day and finally found a place that I could go to write that didn’t get lost or make my hands sore (I hate “writing” things down, but I’ll type all day long).

Here’s my message to those of you who feel the impulse to comment on my blog:

  • Have a blast!  I’m really not very interesting, though.
  • Don’t suggest how I should write because I’m just doing this off-the-cuff for myself and my family to stay connected to my day-to-day life.  I don’t really care, but love that you’re interested in what I’m saying.  I never thought anybody would give a crap about my jabber.
  • Don’t question my logic – I’m just stream-of-consciousness typing here.  It might not even make sense to me later, but at least I can see what I was thinking “back then.”
  • I got lots of grades (mostly bad) in school; please try not to grade my “hobby.”
  • Please don’t advertise to me.
  • Please enjoy yourself…no bad juju on my site!  🙂  Come here for fun! That’s why I’m here.

These are not the Droids You’re Looking for

Move on!  It works on a weak mind.

I dunno.  Just kept playing this over and over in my head today and it kept me plenty happy.

Maybe I should start a handyman business for real.  I just fixed my neighbor’s oven today and saved her like $400 bucks.  I took out about 20 screws and pushed a reset button.  That and I went on the manufacturer’s website, which took 5 more minutes.  The repair guy quoted a minimum of $350.  I realized at my last job that appliances – no matter how big they are – aren’t rockets and they all have toll-free numbers stamped on them so you can call the manufacturer.  Oh yeah, they also have wiring diagrams.  With that and an electrical probe, you can pretty much fix anything.  Once you get to a part that doesn’t do what the schematics say, you call Sears Parts Central and order “that.”  Oops, I just gave away the secret to appliance repair.  Shit.  Anyway, my neighbor’s son and Ben played while I fixed – beats the heck out of watching kids for a morning.

Totally different subject: Have you ever gotten one of those cracks in your skin right at the end of the edge of your nail?  Ouch!  I get one on my thumb every winter and man, does it hurt.  Walgreen’s has a paint that you put on it; I picked some up today.  Now it hurts and looks all peely…so now I have a numb finger and a stingy finger.  I feel like Sol, “I’ll need my shoes and glasses, so I have them.”

This is not the blog you’re looking for…

I’m going to watch Mythbusters reruns!

I Can’t Feel My Fingertip (still)

Saturday was a day of completing a few home projects.  Sort of like a little surge in tying up the loose ends.  It started with spray painting the radiator covers in the house.  I painted some of them this winter using latex trim paint.  The paint adhered really well, but they just didn’t have that sprayed-on look to them.  I used the Flotrol stuff and the same thing from Benjamin Moore, but there’s no real way to get that look without the spray and the oil based paint.  Sorry environment, but your inhabitants haven’t figured out how to make low VOC paints that really pop.  Anyway, I took the last 5 covers and put them out on a tarp on the patio and went to town with the Rustoleum Professional spray paint.  They look amazing, but after three cans of paint, I can no longer feel the tip of my right-hand index finger and my muscles in the inside of my forearm feel a bit iffy still.  I know, they make a trigger that fits on the cans, but by the time I went to the hardware store and back for something I’ll only used once, I’d already be done and drinkin’ a beer.  Except for the beer part, it was pretty true.  It’s done!  It was a beautiful day and they dried really fast – no drips; 2 coats.

Since it was so nice outside, I also decided to assemble a nice little slat bench that we got a few months ago to replace an old glider bench that we’ve been moving around the country for the last 8 years.  Now we have this pretty little iron and wood slat bench sitting on the lawn amongst the lovely spring flowers blooming.  Shayna took the kids to the pottery store to play so that I could get some of this stuff done.  I always like when they go to the pottery store because Ela LOVES to make bowls for me.  Just like clockwork, as soon as I get the two tasks completed, they were home.  After a refreshing lunch, we headed to Lowes to get some flowers for the front porch.  The kids had a blast getting the pots ready (dirt + tools + kids = can’t miss fun).  We got the old, dead stuff out and fluffed up the dirt, added fertilizer and transferred the plants.  After mowing the lawn, I was ready for a nice movie with the family.  I’m really happy with how the garden is turning out this year so far.  I need to get a friend who knows about flowers and stuff to identify exactly what the heck is growing in my yard.  The previous owners were great gardeners, but terrible landscapers.  The trees were overgrown, untrimmed and marginally healthy.  The grass is tired and old (overseeding this fall).  And the hedges were untamed and either over thick or just skank and leggy.  I have my work cut out for me for the next few years.  It’ll take some planning.

I enjoy our movie nights (Friday and Saturday) with the family.  We eat fun stuff like Chinese food, burgers, or pizza and watch a movie…nothing serious, though.  I hate serious movies!  If I want to be depressed, I can watch CNN online…it’s free and I’m not paying to be disappointed with the world.  Since we’ve seen all of the movies in our library about 500 times and have seen every movie that the library has and everything that’s been on PPV, I like to sew while watching movies.

About a month and a half ago, I had the brilliant idea to get a sewing machine.  I had been threatening for several years, but really didn’t want to spend the money on one.  It wasn’t clear whether I would be any good at it or if I would even like it.  My mother taught me to sew as a child, but I really don’t remember much other than how to work the machine properly.  So, I had a revelation to go onto our local Freecycle group on Yahoo! and ask for one.  Within minutes, there were two viable offers.  I contacted the first offer-er and crammed the family in the car to go check it out.  Turns out that this woman got the machine from a neighbor that was going to get rid of it because she was getting old, couldn’t see well enough to sew anymore and was having trouble with her arthritis.  The lady told me that she just hated to see it thrown away, so she took it and held onto it for like 5 years.  This thing is a MONSTER (good kind of monster, not the bad kind)!  It came in a cabinet and the drawers were filled with everything I would need to get going: probably 50 spools of  thread; scissors; presserfeet; tools to repair and adjust it; spare needles.  I took photos of it (it weighs a ton – okay 60+ pounds) and showed them to a local repair guy.  He told me that I should never part with this machine.  It is nearly commercial quality and it will probably never wear out.  I took it, rewired the thing, and took off running.  I’m repair crazy!!!!  And I made Ela a skirt.  Have you ever noticed that a sewing pattern marked “beginner” still assumes that you know ALL of the nomenclature associated with sewing?  I’ll tell you, there’s lots of words…there was also the purchase of “Sewing for Dummies” shortly thereafter.  Next on the creativity docket is matching skirts and tops for Mommy and Ela.  I’m sure that they [Mommy] will wear the skirt to be polite;  Ela would wear it proudly if it looked like I took it off a mangled corpse.  She’s still at the age where she thinks I’m a God.  So am I – I mean that I think I’m a God!  Probably should start working on my own version of the bible too – what the heck!

Larry the Lion Has No Idea What He’s in for

Yes, Ela lost the tooth. It fell out during the night and she found it when she was in the shower tucked between her cheek and gum…just like chaw! I put my fairy hat on, went to Target and got a big ol’ Lego set. We had started getting Legos for Ben, but Ela totally got into them. Ben liked to play with them, but Ela would make the most insane contraptions with them. So, I got her a big Harry Potter set. She spent hours messing with it tonight.

Ela earned the privilege of having the class mascot at the house this weekend. Larry the Lion – it’s just a freaking stuffed animal, but since we have so many allergies (more than in a “middle class” neighborhood) in her class/school, there can’t be any pets in the classrooms. Seriously, when was the last time anyone’s had anaphylactic shock from a gerbil? If we keep going like this, the human race is doomed! Anyway, we have a stuffed animal with a diary for the weekend. Larry’s already seen more in the last few hours to write a dissertation for a PhD in psychology.

Good morning, Streptococcus! I woke up at 2 am with one of those Miss Clavel moments. Something was not right. So I went to Benjamin and he had a fever…SHIT! I should have followed my instinct and brought him to the doctor’s office yesterday. I threw some Advil in him and put him back to bed; it took him forever to fall back to sleep. I’m tired first thing in the morning, but still have to get Ela off to school. No problem…I have college degrees earned on lack of sleep. Got Ben an appointment and got Ela ready and out the door. Yes, he actually did have strep – fifth time this season. No, not a carrier; just a kind and generous host. I had him come home and let him sit in front of the TV all the rest of the day.

Now, a little sidebar about the doctor’s office: We have this insurance that you have a set amount that you have to pony up each year and then the insurance kicks in. The good: you save money because there’s far less taken out of your paycheck each week and overall savings. The bad: You get to see exactly what the doctor’s office charges for services. Strep test: $36…same test kit on the internet: $99…FOR 33 KITS!!! Do I feel used! Yes, I read the manual and can totally do this on my own and the kit gives you the instructions on how to send off the sample for the extended tests (if the rapid test comes out negative). Why can’t I just bring my own test? Hell, I can make a kid gag with a q-tip for free.

Now, another thing about this insurance: They pay for all well-visits. Stop and think for a minute. Go ahead, think for a minute. You’re still reading…Okay, if you didn’t have lots of money and you were sick-ish, would you just run to the doctor or would you wait to see if you could get yourself better? Yeah, you’d wait; so you would be much more likely to discover at 2am that you were VERY sick and need an ER visit – that you can’t afford and the insurance will not cover. So, what if you have the money? Well, that “co-pay” thing or whatever amount that you use up, gets used up on the first visit that cost $2000 and the insurance company is on the hook for the rest of all of your visits for the rest of the year. Okay, now, why get a physical? Pain in the ass (serious pain in the ass at my age); burns up my day; I’m not having problems. You got the point, I have no accountability for managing my health and no real carrot on the end of the stick to do it anyway. If the doctor finds something wrong with me at the well visit, I’m going to have to pay full-price for the cure. For normal, “educated” families, this makes sense, but the majority of the country is not “that.” I may be overextending my thoughts here, but the actuaries are hoping that you don’t go to the doctor and don’t get really, really sick and when you do, you can afford to pay or have the hospital absorb the cost. I don’t know…it’s a good plan for us, but I can’t see this working on a larger scale. I cringe when I have to pay $120 for a “nurse” to spend 3 minutes with us, swab Benjamin’s throat and throw a prescription at us. That sounds like over $3000 an hour. Dang! You understand, this is not a rant. I just don’t get the math. Actuaries must have wicked confusing work because I’m sure it makes total sense on paper, but if I were dirt poor and single, I’d wait til I was “knock knock knockin on heaven’s door” before I’d go to the doctor for a sick visit.

Enough. Shut up already. Stayed with Benjamin while he watched TV and repaired “blue monkey” for Penny and repaired Ela’s coat that got ripped the other day. I’ve found that sewing is really fun. The story: I learned to sew when I was a child. I’m not sure if my mother taught me or I learned from watching – I’ve blocked a ton of my childhood. I went on the Yahoo! group: Freecycle. It’s a cool group that almost every major metropolitan area has that is a group of people who give things away instead of throwning them out. If you want something, you ask and if someone else has it, they give it to you; if you want to get rid of something, you offer it up and if anyone else in the group wants it, they come get it. I asked for a sewing machine. I got an older Westinghouse that was in cherry condition. I brought it to a repair guy and he told me to NEVER sell it because, “they just don’t make machines that good anymore.” I’ve found it to be a very wholesome activity – repairing your clothing. I HATE throwing things away that just need a patch or a new zipper. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this machine. I also bought some fabric, patterns and a copy of Sewing for Dummies. Ela got her first home-made skirt and it looks terrific. What’s really amazing, is that I disemboweled Big Bird and made a pillow for Ela that she will NOT go to bed without as well as a scrap of fabric that I sewed a letter “E” on for her that she carries around like her life depended on it. Sigh…she loves me and admires me – I’m getting a little veclempt, talk amongst yourselves for a minute. Seriously, it’s really sweet.

Going on with my day, a lady named Marilyn came over to paint vines on our dining room wall – no comment, I have no sense of style so anything I say would be silly and overly pragmatic. She did the murals on Ela’s and Ben’s rooms. She’s amazing (after we had hired her to do the kids’ rooms, we found out that she’s known to be the best here “in these here parts”). The kids’ rooms are awesome and now our dining room is “vin-ey.”

Now it’s after 10pm, the kids are asleep, Ben seems to be feeling a little better and his temp is down and I want to let this day slip away into my easily lost memory. I guess now, I can just read my blog…seriously need to look at my home improvement list and start to tie up all the loose ends on my little projects so that I can start fresh on the outdoors projects. Lots to do there.