Bet you ain’t know that I be checking you out, when you be putting your heels on. I swear your body’s so perfect baby. “There Goes My Baby” – 1959 – The Drifters
Welcome to Drivel Over Coffee. The Drivel rambles through this thing called life, stopping here and there for reflection, an enlightenment, some storytelling, and a touch of humor perhaps. Oh yes, an occasional rant. All the while my brain reverberates with the best music in the world – The ‘60’s and early 70’s. Yep – Lost in The Sixties. Remember, the brave kids who made this land free for you.
Now this weather is what I call Fall weather. I want it to stay until Spring, thank you. So, what have you been up to these days? Yea, me to. Retired and working harder than I should be. My old body just doesn’t want to do this stuff but house selling has gotta get done. We are on a short time line with Debby, the younger elder. Every day is precious to get things done at my old house, so she can get it purchased and moved into when she gets hers closed. Yikes, so much to do, so little time and so little energy. I will have to throw down some Tylenol and dig into the clean up process as much as I can. I believe it will work out.
My current wife and I took in a concert a couple of weeks ago at our Paramount Theater. I couldn’t resist this concert of 3 – 60’s era groups so I bought tickets as soon as they were available last spring. We had the privilege to see the Coasters, the Drifters and the Platters. It was 2 hours of 60’s bliss for me. Took me back to a time in my life that was the best of times. I could have stayed there all night listened to these groups singing all of their songs. Songs like “Under the Boardwalk”, “Save the last dance for me”, “Twilight Time”, “There Goes My Baby”, and “The Great Pretender”. It was fun watching people of my age up out of their seats singing and dancing to these tunes. The crowd was singing to virtually every song. Just a stunning night for me. The sad thing was that I couldn’t sing or dance because of physical conditions but I was able to sing and dance in my mind. Boy was I ever good. Too bad you couldn’t see in my head.
The saga continues with PCI clinic, my current wife’s back and her agonizing pain. After several hundred dollars in co-pay fees and needless doctor visits, she finally got to the guy who holds the needle. Ok, he says, they will contact the insurance company and get pre-approval and probably in a few days it will be okayed and away we go. But wait, a week later still no word from the doctor. A phone call. Oh yes, it was submitted. A call to the insurance company. Oh, they have no record of it. Back to the doctor, oh, seems to be sitting on the nurse’s desk. Miraculously, it is submitted, and approval is received two days later. Let’s get that shot. No, not so fast. You see, the medicine required is on back order. WHAT THE F$%K? My current wife is in pure agony.
They realize that not only had they failed to submit the insurance pre-approval, they also overlooked getting her set up for physical therapy that this doctor thought would be helpful. They called today only a couple of days after the oversight with the approval. She called Mercy scheduling to set up her first appointment at our gym that has their therapists. Well they had a small snafu with finding the gym. It had changed hands several months ago. Mercy, whose therapist works there, did not know the gyms name. When Sue told them the old name, they knew right away. Good grief, Charlie Brown, these idiots don’t even know where their own therapist is working. Sue gets them straightened out on that finally. Ok, she tells them to get her in ASAP. Well it seems the very first opening is Nov. 9th. OMG can a person ever get medical care in this town and in particular this PCI outfit. Is it any wonder people are going nuts? Meanwhile, Sue can’t walk, sit, stand, or lay down for any length of time.
I heard about a woman that goes to the Doctor, worried about her husband’s temper. The Doctor asks: “What’s the problem?” The woman says: “Doctor, I don’t know what to do. Every day my husband seems to lose his temper for no reason. It scares me.” The Doctor says: “I have a cure for that. When it seems that your husband is getting angry, just take a glass of water and start swishing it in your mouth. Just swish and swish but don’t swallow it until he either leaves the room or goes to bed and is asleep.”
Two weeks later the woman comes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn. The woman says: “Doctor that was a brilliant idea! Every time my husband started losing it, I swished with water. I swished and swished, and he calmed right down! How does a glass of water do that?” The Doctor says: “The water itself does nothing. It’s keeping your mouth shut that does the trick….”
Now on a lighter note. Back in 2005, the Chevron gas station in Seattle’s Wallingford neighborhood converted their auto repair shop into a convenience store. Their outdoor sign – once used for service promotions and store specials – became redundant with the inside of the store already plastered with signage. So, the owners decided to have fun with the outdoor sign instead, and the @WallingfordSign was born. This weekly sign message has become so popular, it has become a more effective marketing tool for the gas station than anything prior. Here is one of their signs.
…….. Well my friends, there you have it as told by yours truly to you all. It wasn’t great, but it was interesting at least. Thanks for allowing me into your day, if only for a brief time. It is always an honor. If I can make at least one-person smile, laugh till they leak, or maybe spit out a drink, my day was not wasted. Until we meet again – “TA!”
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