...but lissa tells me i should aim for one post per week... so i thought while i had a moment free at lunch i'd create a new post... isn't this exciting?
i guess i could talk about how excited i am that it's getting colder... that i was thrilled when i had to get out a bedcover warmer than a sheet last night... that i was positively exuberant to have to dig out my black leather jacket before leaving for work yesterday...
i love autumn. quite possibly my favorite season. very near to zero humidity. nice brisk breezes. trees of blazing colors. the smell and sounds of the leaves as they drop to the earth. the satisfying crunch of piles of brittle brown leaves on the sidewalks.
of course, there is the minor inconvenience of allergies... sigh. no season is perfect.
take summer, for instance. sure, great sun, great sand, great bar-b-ques, great amounts of daylight, but the midwest humidity often makes it oppressive to actually take advantage of any of it...
and spring. the promise and excitement of new life, watching the tulips push their way up through the thawing soil, the tantalizing (sp?) wisps of warm air in the breezes... and all that RAIN. man. often with very respectable wind forces. and days of gray overcast skies. dreary.
and then there's winter. beautiful white wonderlands, until the grime of modern life accumulates all over the fresh snow... sure there's winter activities... ice skating (i wobble around like a new-born horse), snowmobiling (except you have to actually have a snowmobile and miles of good trails), down hill skiing (sure, if you can afford to fly out to real mountains, cuz heaven know the things they call mountains in the midwest, ain't), and cross-country skiing (did it once. survived. got a real work out climbing up slopes on my hands and knees...)
the thing about winter, is that it's best enjoyed in God's natural country... winter in cities is just mushy, dirty, sloppy, and long. when good snow does comes, it means digging your car out from under the 8 foot snow plow drift. the icy conditions that dominate in the midwest (cuz it can't seem to stay cold enough to snow, but loves to sleet and rain in February) just mean that you risk your life every time you venture out into the streets where other people (stupider than you) get behind the wheel and think they can drive like they do in July. and there is so little sunlight... i end up spending all my daylight hours inside, at work.
but if you could spend winter out in the "wilds"... then the work you'd end up doing would be outdoors, and with proper protective clothing that's ok, cuz then you get the sunlight. and the white trails through dark green pine forests... and frozen ponds/lakes... and icicles the size of broadswords...
anyway, autumn is just good all around, city and country.
except for the allergies thing. sigh. no season is perfect.
Friday, September 30
Wednesday, September 21
insidious insinuation
sometimes satan creeps into your every day life so slowly, you don't notice...
like that story about how to cook frogs alive- put them in cold water on the stove and turn on the burner. the frogs don't jump out because the temperature change is gradual and they don't realize they're being boiled alive...
and so, over the last 4 weeks, satan used these recent trips into the fiery resort town of burning lakes to slowly boil me.
i didn't realize until yesterday that my whole mindset/attitude had been so consumed by negativity and so affected by lack of consistent medication. i've been juggling my two meds, you see, to try and make what i have last long enough to get more on insurance. so, i'll take the two meds on alternating days, instead of both once a day as prescribed. (for those of you who don't know, i take zoloft and wellbutrin, both anti-depressant meds.) any doctor will tell you that taking them this way is not the best way to do things. but i didn't see as how i really had any other choice.
so, as the days passed by and health insurance wasn't forthcoming, i watched the pills in my med bottles dwindle away. and me and my sister both were focused on "getting more meds before i run out". what i forgot was that (even though i was still taking some meds every day) i was already operating on a less than therapeutic level. which means, my body and mind are going to start feeling effects. not as bad as if i had no meds, but still, i was putting my system on a chemical see-saw.
i also didn't fully realize how fixated my mind had become on the whole insurance thing. the needing it, getting it, but not being enrolled when i was told, then being enrolled, but with incorrect info so that i wasn't really enrolled at all, then with being enrolled correctly but with the old info showing up and messing everything up, then getting that sorted out only to hear that my prescriptions weren't in the walgreen's system, and then that my hard-fought insurance wasn't going to cover one, oh, wait it does but only with doctor's pre-authorization... anyway, i'd become rather preoccupied with it.
(just a brief digression: what's up with needing a doctor's pre-authorization before filling a prescription??? what's the actual prescription for then????)
SO- yesterday what could have been a minor conflict at work about taking a late lunch turned into much more than i realized, even at the time. it turned into a much bigger conflict about expectations and appearances and control. and it turned into a release, emotionally and mentally, as i voiced my frustrations and decided to just accept whatever management decided and learn to adjust my expectations of the people i work for and the position i hold. i ended up feeling much better.
and i ended up feeling a great cloud and weight of oppression leaving me the rest of the afternoon as i realized the things that i just now wrote about. i also allowed myself to recognize that i had made mistakes and that was ok. life goes on, and i can't worry about what can't be changed or about what my boss may or may not think of me. i am not here for the president of the firm, i am here for God.
I also felt better to consciously admit to myself, that No, I don't like this job. I don't look forward to coming in every morning. i don't leave with a feeling of satisfaction usually. i don't get to create anything. i would prefer to not be doing this job. i don't really enjoy being an adminstrative assistant. and that's ok. i don't have to like it. i just have to make the decision to do it, do it well, and find ways to make what i do important to me. it pays my bills. it provides my creature comforts. my life does not need to revolve around my job. it should revolve around my God, and so since my job doesn't allow for the creativity, the teaching, the exploration, the joy of discovery, of working with kids, of Christian fellowship and discipling- well, then i'll need to be more purposeful about finding those things in other places in my life.
so, i've officially left the Hades Hilton. thank you very much to the bell boy with little red horns who kept trying to take my baggage for me, but i believe i'll be heading to cooler waters and loftier horizons.
I lift my eyes up to the mountains, and that's where my help comes from.
Pouring down the mighty slopes in the cool refreshing waters of Life.
Plunge in. Guaranteed by the blood of Jesus not to boil you alive.
like that story about how to cook frogs alive- put them in cold water on the stove and turn on the burner. the frogs don't jump out because the temperature change is gradual and they don't realize they're being boiled alive...
and so, over the last 4 weeks, satan used these recent trips into the fiery resort town of burning lakes to slowly boil me.
i didn't realize until yesterday that my whole mindset/attitude had been so consumed by negativity and so affected by lack of consistent medication. i've been juggling my two meds, you see, to try and make what i have last long enough to get more on insurance. so, i'll take the two meds on alternating days, instead of both once a day as prescribed. (for those of you who don't know, i take zoloft and wellbutrin, both anti-depressant meds.) any doctor will tell you that taking them this way is not the best way to do things. but i didn't see as how i really had any other choice.
so, as the days passed by and health insurance wasn't forthcoming, i watched the pills in my med bottles dwindle away. and me and my sister both were focused on "getting more meds before i run out". what i forgot was that (even though i was still taking some meds every day) i was already operating on a less than therapeutic level. which means, my body and mind are going to start feeling effects. not as bad as if i had no meds, but still, i was putting my system on a chemical see-saw.
i also didn't fully realize how fixated my mind had become on the whole insurance thing. the needing it, getting it, but not being enrolled when i was told, then being enrolled, but with incorrect info so that i wasn't really enrolled at all, then with being enrolled correctly but with the old info showing up and messing everything up, then getting that sorted out only to hear that my prescriptions weren't in the walgreen's system, and then that my hard-fought insurance wasn't going to cover one, oh, wait it does but only with doctor's pre-authorization... anyway, i'd become rather preoccupied with it.
(just a brief digression: what's up with needing a doctor's pre-authorization before filling a prescription??? what's the actual prescription for then????)
SO- yesterday what could have been a minor conflict at work about taking a late lunch turned into much more than i realized, even at the time. it turned into a much bigger conflict about expectations and appearances and control. and it turned into a release, emotionally and mentally, as i voiced my frustrations and decided to just accept whatever management decided and learn to adjust my expectations of the people i work for and the position i hold. i ended up feeling much better.
and i ended up feeling a great cloud and weight of oppression leaving me the rest of the afternoon as i realized the things that i just now wrote about. i also allowed myself to recognize that i had made mistakes and that was ok. life goes on, and i can't worry about what can't be changed or about what my boss may or may not think of me. i am not here for the president of the firm, i am here for God.
I also felt better to consciously admit to myself, that No, I don't like this job. I don't look forward to coming in every morning. i don't leave with a feeling of satisfaction usually. i don't get to create anything. i would prefer to not be doing this job. i don't really enjoy being an adminstrative assistant. and that's ok. i don't have to like it. i just have to make the decision to do it, do it well, and find ways to make what i do important to me. it pays my bills. it provides my creature comforts. my life does not need to revolve around my job. it should revolve around my God, and so since my job doesn't allow for the creativity, the teaching, the exploration, the joy of discovery, of working with kids, of Christian fellowship and discipling- well, then i'll need to be more purposeful about finding those things in other places in my life.
so, i've officially left the Hades Hilton. thank you very much to the bell boy with little red horns who kept trying to take my baggage for me, but i believe i'll be heading to cooler waters and loftier horizons.
I lift my eyes up to the mountains, and that's where my help comes from.
Pouring down the mighty slopes in the cool refreshing waters of Life.
Plunge in. Guaranteed by the blood of Jesus not to boil you alive.
Monday, September 19
you can check out any time you want...
...but you can never leave the Hotel Hades Hilton.
Yes, i have spent far too much time in the last two weeks trying to escape the vortex of medical and pharmacy benefits that was slowly pulling me into the fiery mire...
Did i get my prescriptions? well, yes, and no.
When i stopped in on Friday afternoon (sept 9) to pick up the Rx's at walgreens, the pharmacist with whom i had spoken in trying to get the rx's transferred was there, and i thanked her for going the extra mile in calling the mail order pharmacy multiple times. she informed me that the number that i finally gave her (after hearing the mail order pharmacist (very begrudgingly) say "yes if you are an express scripts customer then this is the number for a pharmacy to call to transfer your prescriptions") still wasn't the right number. She laughed though, and said: they gave me another number and that worked and it's ok, don't worry about it, it's my job to help you.
That woman is SO getting a Christmas card. so is the pharmacy tech named nick. he spent the next 65 minutes (yes, more than an hour) trying to get the insurance to work so he could give me my meds... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, despite everything hellish up til then, the trip around the molten amusement park was not yet over! When he ran the insurance, it came up that i did not have coverage. he carefully entered all the info from my insurance card again, and still the same: person was terminated.
there i was, friday afternoon, 2:00, trying to quickly pick up my scripts so my sister and i can get back in the car and drive to wisconsin dells for a week's vacation with my cousins and their adorable two daughters... and i'm calling the customer service number on the back of the card, trying to punch through 5 (count 'em FIVE) automated menus and finally getting the pharmacy company that my health care company contracts to do the drug part. his name was rick. yes, rick and nick. and if i knew how to, rick in florida would be getting a Christmas card, too. the man was unbelieveable, and when he finally conceded defeat 47 minutes later, his comment was "i've never been able to not fix something... this is a first, and i'm so sorry."
so we walked out without the meds. (of course i could have paid cash and submitted claims later- but i hardly had enough for vacation to begin with, let alone $369 for the meds at retail...) and i called my company's benefits administrator and asked him to please call the health care person and get things RIGHT. i was going to go to the walgreens in wisconsin dells, and the insurance really really needs to work.
man, i gotta leave- cindy will kill me for not leaving right at 5:30... but i wanted to let you all know i was in fact still alive... and, i think, finally on the way OUT of the Hades Hilton resort... more later.
Yes, i have spent far too much time in the last two weeks trying to escape the vortex of medical and pharmacy benefits that was slowly pulling me into the fiery mire...
Did i get my prescriptions? well, yes, and no.
When i stopped in on Friday afternoon (sept 9) to pick up the Rx's at walgreens, the pharmacist with whom i had spoken in trying to get the rx's transferred was there, and i thanked her for going the extra mile in calling the mail order pharmacy multiple times. she informed me that the number that i finally gave her (after hearing the mail order pharmacist (very begrudgingly) say "yes if you are an express scripts customer then this is the number for a pharmacy to call to transfer your prescriptions") still wasn't the right number. She laughed though, and said: they gave me another number and that worked and it's ok, don't worry about it, it's my job to help you.
That woman is SO getting a Christmas card. so is the pharmacy tech named nick. he spent the next 65 minutes (yes, more than an hour) trying to get the insurance to work so he could give me my meds... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, despite everything hellish up til then, the trip around the molten amusement park was not yet over! When he ran the insurance, it came up that i did not have coverage. he carefully entered all the info from my insurance card again, and still the same: person was terminated.
there i was, friday afternoon, 2:00, trying to quickly pick up my scripts so my sister and i can get back in the car and drive to wisconsin dells for a week's vacation with my cousins and their adorable two daughters... and i'm calling the customer service number on the back of the card, trying to punch through 5 (count 'em FIVE) automated menus and finally getting the pharmacy company that my health care company contracts to do the drug part. his name was rick. yes, rick and nick. and if i knew how to, rick in florida would be getting a Christmas card, too. the man was unbelieveable, and when he finally conceded defeat 47 minutes later, his comment was "i've never been able to not fix something... this is a first, and i'm so sorry."
so we walked out without the meds. (of course i could have paid cash and submitted claims later- but i hardly had enough for vacation to begin with, let alone $369 for the meds at retail...) and i called my company's benefits administrator and asked him to please call the health care person and get things RIGHT. i was going to go to the walgreens in wisconsin dells, and the insurance really really needs to work.
man, i gotta leave- cindy will kill me for not leaving right at 5:30... but i wanted to let you all know i was in fact still alive... and, i think, finally on the way OUT of the Hades Hilton resort... more later.
Wednesday, September 7
Just a word about my (former) mail order pharmacy
And the word is: evil.
as in, straight from the mouth of the big molten lake "you can check in any time you want but you can never leave" resort town of Hades, evil.
In the interest of non-slander, i will not name the said mail order pharmacy. i used it quite happily for 2 years until leaving my last job for the big wide world of my Future. every 3 months, i got more of my anti-depression meds in the mail, and this made me, and those living with me, very happy.
Then, i moved. and lost my insurance. before i did both those things, i refilled both meds, lamenting over the fact that my prescriptions both had 2 refills- two three-month supply refills. but hey, i can just transfer those prescriptions, right?
Apparently, only after having jumped through more hoops than Scarlet O'Hara ever wore and only after visiting the aforementioned resort town with the burning lakes...
Since Friday have been trying. My chosen new real-in-person pharmacist has been trying. I have called the number on the empty bottles 4 times. i have gotten 4 different answers. after each of those answers, i call more numbers, or (after the first two times) gave a new number to my new pharmacist to call. (whereafter, after three days, my pharmacist called me back and say that this number wasn't getting them anywhere and they had already called 3 times and been on hold and been transferred twice, and could i maybe check on if this is the right number?)
so, i got smart. i decided i would call all the numbers before giving them to my new real-in-person pharmacy, until i found a person on the other end that said "yes, if your pharmacy calls here, i can transfer your Rx's to them."
Again, apparently only after the burning lakes of molten rock freeze over.
So, my rant isn't just about my specific mail order pharmacy, it's more about the state of cutomer service in general. as more and more companies/services program more and more automated calling guides and set up more and more humongous centralized actual people-work-here calling centers in faraway places that now require a trip through india in order to get to the ember-raining shorelines of sulfur, are we (the consumer) left with no recourse but to hitch up our fire-repellant britches, pull down our space-shuttle-rated ceramic tile safety glasses and happily tromp along on our journey to the fiery resort town of burning lava and incinerating beaches?
And about my specific mail order pharmacy: if this last number doesn't work, you better watch out! my sista's gonna' go crazy on yo' - uh, rump... she don't wanna live with a non-medicated mle. capiche?!?! (i have no idea if that's spelled correctly, but the idea is, she'll go "GodFather" on you...)
From the lower levels of the (un-air-conditioned) Hades Hilton, yours fondly, mle
as in, straight from the mouth of the big molten lake "you can check in any time you want but you can never leave" resort town of Hades, evil.
In the interest of non-slander, i will not name the said mail order pharmacy. i used it quite happily for 2 years until leaving my last job for the big wide world of my Future. every 3 months, i got more of my anti-depression meds in the mail, and this made me, and those living with me, very happy.
Then, i moved. and lost my insurance. before i did both those things, i refilled both meds, lamenting over the fact that my prescriptions both had 2 refills- two three-month supply refills. but hey, i can just transfer those prescriptions, right?
Apparently, only after having jumped through more hoops than Scarlet O'Hara ever wore and only after visiting the aforementioned resort town with the burning lakes...
Since Friday have been trying. My chosen new real-in-person pharmacist has been trying. I have called the number on the empty bottles 4 times. i have gotten 4 different answers. after each of those answers, i call more numbers, or (after the first two times) gave a new number to my new pharmacist to call. (whereafter, after three days, my pharmacist called me back and say that this number wasn't getting them anywhere and they had already called 3 times and been on hold and been transferred twice, and could i maybe check on if this is the right number?)
so, i got smart. i decided i would call all the numbers before giving them to my new real-in-person pharmacy, until i found a person on the other end that said "yes, if your pharmacy calls here, i can transfer your Rx's to them."
Again, apparently only after the burning lakes of molten rock freeze over.
So, my rant isn't just about my specific mail order pharmacy, it's more about the state of cutomer service in general. as more and more companies/services program more and more automated calling guides and set up more and more humongous centralized actual people-work-here calling centers in faraway places that now require a trip through india in order to get to the ember-raining shorelines of sulfur, are we (the consumer) left with no recourse but to hitch up our fire-repellant britches, pull down our space-shuttle-rated ceramic tile safety glasses and happily tromp along on our journey to the fiery resort town of burning lava and incinerating beaches?
And about my specific mail order pharmacy: if this last number doesn't work, you better watch out! my sista's gonna' go crazy on yo' - uh, rump... she don't wanna live with a non-medicated mle. capiche?!?! (i have no idea if that's spelled correctly, but the idea is, she'll go "GodFather" on you...)
From the lower levels of the (un-air-conditioned) Hades Hilton, yours fondly, mle
Thursday, September 1
Missing
So, i've been missing in action. Since no one ever knew about this blog, i guess it's not a big deal. However, there is a humorous reason i've been MIA... i forgot where i had my blog!
Yes, i know that's silly, but i created it on a whim, and then forgot about it for a while in the hustle of moving and trying to find work... and when i did remember it, i couldn't remember anything about where i set it up...
and then two days ago, my dear friend melissa (in colorado, lucky woman) sends me a link to HER blog, and the current post starts with "The person i know who most needs a blog is [me]..." and towards the end says "so Blogger is free".
i tell her isn't it funny i have a blog but i don't know where but it's not blogger i don't think. and i go to sign up for a new blog with blogger. and get upset when the username and blog title i want to use are both taken... and i decide to go check and see who has this blog with my name on it and i go to www.leinbacker.blogspot.com and low and behold! it's me!!!
now, combine this with the vacation date snafu (please see the entry dated 8/31 in the blog www.mindfullofbedlam.blogspot.com for more info) and you have a very discombobulated mle. (and, yes, that is spelled correctly.)
I need to figure out how to add links to other blogs/sites so i don't have to write it out... but the point is, i think a bit of my brain is still missing...
Speaking of missing, there are a few other things i've been missing in my life. like my sanity. no, just kidding. but i AM missing good windows. never take for granted the good windows in your home. including the requisite screens and storm windows. windows are much more important in one's overall well-being than you might at first believe... this is especially true if one lives in the midwest (read: extreme hot/humid and cold weather extremes) and does not have central air/heating. like me.
my new apartment is wonderful in many respects. it is HUGE. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room, dining room, family room, kitchen. duplex. exits on both floors. hardwood floors upstairs, carpet down. ceiling fans in many of the rooms. lots of windows, so lots of sunlight. great character and charm. fireplace (non-working, but good decor).
now, in the theme of things, some of the things my new apartment is MISSING: a dishwasher. a ceiling fan in the kitchen. a ceiling fan in my bedroom (only bedroom without one). central air/heating- it is an old building, like so many others in the area, and has radiator heat, and no AC. (that makes the missing ceiling fans a bigger deal.) and the most insidious missing thing? screens.
yes, window screens. when we looked at the place back in february, we asked, do all the windows open, and can we get screens for the ones that don't have any? we were told that any windows that we couldn't get open (from being painted shut) would be opened for us, and that "we can order you screens, sure".
when you come home and the place is hot and stuffy, maybe even smelly slightly musty, whaddya do? that's right, you open the windows...
i never thought i'd be so jealous of people's WINDOWS. i mean, i'll be riding the train and see an old apartment house and think, wow look at their nice new windows... with screens...
it's just, ya know, one shouldn't have to choose between getting a nice cool (or semi-arid but still moving air) breeze and keeping the spiders and mosquitoes out of the house...
i'm walking to the bus stop in the morning, and longingly gaze at the old brick building on the corner with it's new windows... and screens...
our living room windows are right over the building's dumpsters... now, this is not an odor issue at all, but it does increase the amount of BUGS that are in the vicinity, and therefore the number of spiders feasting on said bugs, and since it's a feast, they invite company and all get really fat... and then decide to move into the nice living room there just on the other side of the old rotting-wood window frame with all those gaps there that any decent bug can get through with no problems...
i'm reading a flier posted on a pole at the bus stop about a studio apartment for rent "with fantasic window wall view of lake" and i'm thinking, yeah, and i'll bet it has windows that seal and have screens...
Well, i'm just saying: appreciate your windows. let them know you care. wash them an extra time this year, just cuz you can. treat your screens with kindness and thank them for keeping the bugs out... come on people! don't take your windows for granted!
I'm also missing my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. extended family i don't get to see as much anymore. one reason why i'm looking so forward to my vacation, with two of my cousins and their two wonderful daughters.
and now, i missing work... lunch is over. see you all next time!
Yes, i know that's silly, but i created it on a whim, and then forgot about it for a while in the hustle of moving and trying to find work... and when i did remember it, i couldn't remember anything about where i set it up...
and then two days ago, my dear friend melissa (in colorado, lucky woman) sends me a link to HER blog, and the current post starts with "The person i know who most needs a blog is [me]..." and towards the end says "so Blogger is free".
i tell her isn't it funny i have a blog but i don't know where but it's not blogger i don't think. and i go to sign up for a new blog with blogger. and get upset when the username and blog title i want to use are both taken... and i decide to go check and see who has this blog with my name on it and i go to www.leinbacker.blogspot.com and low and behold! it's me!!!
now, combine this with the vacation date snafu (please see the entry dated 8/31 in the blog www.mindfullofbedlam.blogspot.com for more info) and you have a very discombobulated mle. (and, yes, that is spelled correctly.)
I need to figure out how to add links to other blogs/sites so i don't have to write it out... but the point is, i think a bit of my brain is still missing...
Speaking of missing, there are a few other things i've been missing in my life. like my sanity. no, just kidding. but i AM missing good windows. never take for granted the good windows in your home. including the requisite screens and storm windows. windows are much more important in one's overall well-being than you might at first believe... this is especially true if one lives in the midwest (read: extreme hot/humid and cold weather extremes) and does not have central air/heating. like me.
my new apartment is wonderful in many respects. it is HUGE. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room, dining room, family room, kitchen. duplex. exits on both floors. hardwood floors upstairs, carpet down. ceiling fans in many of the rooms. lots of windows, so lots of sunlight. great character and charm. fireplace (non-working, but good decor).
now, in the theme of things, some of the things my new apartment is MISSING: a dishwasher. a ceiling fan in the kitchen. a ceiling fan in my bedroom (only bedroom without one). central air/heating- it is an old building, like so many others in the area, and has radiator heat, and no AC. (that makes the missing ceiling fans a bigger deal.) and the most insidious missing thing? screens.
yes, window screens. when we looked at the place back in february, we asked, do all the windows open, and can we get screens for the ones that don't have any? we were told that any windows that we couldn't get open (from being painted shut) would be opened for us, and that "we can order you screens, sure".
when you come home and the place is hot and stuffy, maybe even smelly slightly musty, whaddya do? that's right, you open the windows...
i never thought i'd be so jealous of people's WINDOWS. i mean, i'll be riding the train and see an old apartment house and think, wow look at their nice new windows... with screens...
it's just, ya know, one shouldn't have to choose between getting a nice cool (or semi-arid but still moving air) breeze and keeping the spiders and mosquitoes out of the house...
i'm walking to the bus stop in the morning, and longingly gaze at the old brick building on the corner with it's new windows... and screens...
our living room windows are right over the building's dumpsters... now, this is not an odor issue at all, but it does increase the amount of BUGS that are in the vicinity, and therefore the number of spiders feasting on said bugs, and since it's a feast, they invite company and all get really fat... and then decide to move into the nice living room there just on the other side of the old rotting-wood window frame with all those gaps there that any decent bug can get through with no problems...
i'm reading a flier posted on a pole at the bus stop about a studio apartment for rent "with fantasic window wall view of lake" and i'm thinking, yeah, and i'll bet it has windows that seal and have screens...
Well, i'm just saying: appreciate your windows. let them know you care. wash them an extra time this year, just cuz you can. treat your screens with kindness and thank them for keeping the bugs out... come on people! don't take your windows for granted!
I'm also missing my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. extended family i don't get to see as much anymore. one reason why i'm looking so forward to my vacation, with two of my cousins and their two wonderful daughters.
and now, i missing work... lunch is over. see you all next time!
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