Before Thanksgiving a girlfriend’s significant other (SO) had a devastating stroke. He’s been in ICU for much of that time but was moved to a regular hospital room less than a week ago. Yesterday a woman from the hospital called and told her he wouldn’t get any better than he is now, and the hospital wants him gone by Monday. The woman from the hospital suggested my girlfriend’s options were to put him in an assisted living facility, or take him home with 24-hour care and diapers for the rest of his life. He’s in his 50’s.
This is the same hospital that wouldn’t let her into ICU or confer with her about his medical condition because they weren’t married.
I am supposed to be doing my taxes so I can send them to the accountant, today. I meant to have them done long before now, but we’re leaving for our trip in less than 72 hours… Now I have to get a shopping list compiled… And hem a sweet pair of lounge pants… And pack my clothes and all of the “stuff” we’ll need on the RV. We’ve joked about how much work it is to go play. Today it doesn’t seem very funny.
And… the taxes.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed with disdain for myself. Those days when I can’t get out of my own way, I just want to sit on the curb; put my head in my hands and hope someone will come along and offer me an ice cream cone.
I had one of those moments when I renewed my drivers license. I rearranged my schedule so I wouldn’t miss the deadline; went on-line to ensure my parking tickets had been paid; downloaded and completed the renewal form and went to a satellite office–rather than the fustercluck downtown–to save a few precious hours, waiting in line. I even went so far as to blow dry my hair so my picture wouldn’t look like a mug shot. Continue Reading
I’m not sure hindsight is always 20/20, but it was for me. When I recently took a look at my financials, I was pleasantly surprised. I am about to be 65 – still unbelievable to me – and have to make some adult-decisions I still don’t feel adult enough to be making.
All-in-all, even though I always felt like one of the two little pigs who built their home out of straw or twigs, rather than being prudent and building it out of bricks, I realize I did alright. Continue Reading
When you are faced with some sort of setback, be it divorce, a health crisis, the death of a loved one, or a natural disaster, very often it’s accompanied by financial stress. While this sucks mightily, it doesn’t have to ruin you. Here are some tips for averting a financial crisis when the rest of your life is running off the rails. Continue Reading
Like many women, I suppose, when I was a Mrs, it was my job to run the house and run the kids and run all over the place, and it was my husband’s job to earn the money and to pay the bills. It was not for lack of understanding (perhaps more for lack of time), but I was not involved in many financial decisions. Whether it was through blind faith or chronic fatigue, I can’t say, but the financial engine chugged along without much engagement on my part. Upon entering the kingdom of singledom, many financial decisions that I had heretofore ignored, suddenly became paramount. Continue Reading
David Bowie, @Terry O'Neill, Date Unknown
This week I marked the passing of David Bowie by listening to his music and watching some of my favorite videos on YouTube, like “Dancing in the Street” with Mick Jagger. As I was reminiscing, I received an email newsletter from the Morrison Hotel Gallery. The Morrison specializes in rock ’n’ roll and sports photography, and the quality of their images is spectacular. I know because I’ve purchased several photographs from them. Today’s email announced the sale of numbered and signed photographs of David Bowie, taken by world class photographers like Terry O’Neill and Mick Rock. The Morrison’s photographs of Bowie span most of his career and represent a variety of candid, studio and concert photographs.
“If I never see the English evergreens… this is all I ever meant, that’s the message that I sent.”