Bastille Day! We used to celebrate it in French class in high school and I've never forgotten. However, I have no actual plans for this event. I'm driving up this afternoon to visit with my son and his wife. So that will be nice. My husband is in the kitchen waiting for phone calls back from Social Security (hah!) because I received two Medicare cards, each with a different number (one with my ss# and one with his). This will mess up our additional insurance, and confuse everyone. Everyone is on vacation, so this may take a while to get resolved. This is where patience and deep breathing comes in. Also stomping one's foot and yelling in the shower works.
Hey, easy come, easy go. Congress is threatening to do away with the whole thing, and meanwhile creating an economic climate of fear and instability. Good work, guys! Posture, posture, posture. That's what my mother used to say. Not that it did any good. I slump in chairs, I slump standing, I am only five feet tall and I ought to be stretching for all I'm worth. I evidently have a desire to turn into a ball for real. I've certainly got the shape for it.
Oh, well. Medicare may come and medicare may go and we're only here for a day, but our love is here to stay.
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