New Englanders are no doubt throwing themselves into the Olympic Games, in an effort to block out the debacle in Santa Clara. We’re watching another series of spectacular events – another season of excitement and wonder. Something that brings us together as we see athletes from all over the world hugging and congratulating each other, excitement abounds, and we might just get an answer to the age-old question, “What is the national anthem of Estonia?”
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Things You Shouldn’t Have to Tell People
Yes, I know. We tell people over and over, and yet . . . . they still don’t get it. They think they’re just a bit smarter than the experts. They have an edge when it comes to background and knowledge. Like Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. and vaccines. Sometimes, you can tell people and tell people, and they just don’t understand. The other night on the news, there was a video clip of a small child falling out of a moving car on a busy street. How does that happen? No car seat? Seatbelts are optional? Here’s a brief compendium of advice that, really, we shouldn’t have to enumerate, but we do.
Travelling abroad. You are an American, and you’re hoping to travel abroad. To answer your question, yes, the State Department issues warnings for places that Americans more than likely won’t be received hospitably. Like Russia, even if you’re a women’s basketball player. We don’t care how much you’re being paid to play there, if we have to have a prisoner exchange to get you back, you really should have stayed home. Or you’re visiting the Korean peninsula and you make the thought-provoking choice to sneak across the border into the North. A few years ago, there was a news item about a trio of American young men that liked climbing mountains. They made the unfortunate choice to scale some slopes on the border of Iran. Even more unfortunate was their capture by Iranian security forces. Should we really have to have our dedicated folks in the State Department spending their time and energy trying to extract Americans from places where they should not have been in the first place? Where common sense would tell us . .? Isn’t there a little voice in their head that says, GAZA – Don’t Go There? And yet . . . . .
Medications and Medical Care. I’m often amused by the commercial warning: “Tell your doctor about all the medications you’re taking.” Are people self-prescribing medications about which they know little? Are people watching medication commercials and thinking, “I might have that. I think I’ll try . . . .” And yet, some must be doing that, and hence, the disclaimer. Now, it may just be me, but I tend to rely on my doctor’s advice when it comes to my conditions and treatments. I tell him what’s wrong, he does some testing, and then he recommends what I need to take. A representative from a health care provider will call to advise me to get “regular check-ups”. Or even better, they’re going to send me a packet of papers to fill out. No, thank you. I check with my doctor every six months, or sooner if something untoward pops up. Sadly, with cuts to health care premium subsidies, perhaps there will be many, millions in fact, that may not be able to do this. And, while we’re on the subject, a round of applause and a shout out to all those folks who decided not to vaccinate themselves and their children. The recent spikes in flu, measles and other cases of highly contagious diseases are directly attributable to your “dark web” sources and the power of misinformation. Well done!
On the Road in Bad Weather. Can someone tell me why, when the news crew is interviewing people driving snowplows, there are numerous drivers on the road, generally getting in the way? There have been warnings from television anchors, meteorologists, civic leaders, all the way down to the casual observer like me looking out the window, telling these folks to stay home. And yet. . . . . We had a doozy recently – almost two feet of snow and, before the crews had had a chance to clean out and clean up, my neighbors, who are delightful people and both in retirement, were out and about. We get regular messages from our property manager reminding folks to move their cars so that snow removal on roadways and driveways can be done. And yet again, . . . . . we see snow-covered cars in driveways while their owners complain on Facebook that their driveway was late being cleared. We see on the nightly news, pictures of highways in the Midwest, the Northeast, even lately in the South, where cars are off the road and into a ditch. Large pileups. Folks that figured driving their usual excessive speeds might be too much, so they cut it back to 60 mph on snow-covered highways in blinding white-out conditions. Very sensible, people. If you’d just stayed off the road, your car wouldn’t be headed to a crusher and your insurance company considering you an added risk.
Please, Please, Please Take Down your Christmas Decorations. I was driving home from a medical appointment the other day, and as I drove through a largely residential area, there it was. Waving to me. I gigantic inflatable Santa. My faithful readers know how I feel about outdoor inflatable decorations anyway. Yes, there should be 5,000% tariffs on them, along with severe fines for displaying them. These are the visual equivalents of “disturbing the peace”. I will concede that it’s nice to enjoy the holiday season, which now begins on Columbus Day weekend and completely overshadows Thanksgiving. In the near future, every turkey will come with a red bow and sprig of holly. For any of us sensible people, those of us displaying a wreath or two, perhaps a tasteful swag on the door, the joy of Christmas has run its course by the time we’re watching the Tournament of Roses Parade. And the light displays too. What’s with that waste of electricity? At any number of houses I see, they are too lazy to take down the lights before and after, so you see strings of lights dangling from the rafters year-round. Now, it seems, they’re even too lazy to turn them off. So, I don’t want to hear anyone complaining about the high cost of energy. If we shut off all the Christmas lights in March, we’d cut electric consumption in half. There’s a tradition in our house – if the tree and other festive trappings of the holiday aren’t down and packed away on New Year’s Day, somebody please call 911 because we’re probably dead.
Dress Warmly in Winter. Should we really have to say this? At the grocery store the other day, a woman had her small child in a cart going across the parking lot to her car. The child – maybe 18 months to 2 years, was in a t-shirt. No hat, no mittens, no boots, just socks. I gave her my look of stern disapproval, just short of my “band director” look, but beyond that, I couldn’t do much. As my father used to say, “what she lacked in intelligence, she more than made up for in stupidity.” For the record, might I suggest, and again, this goes without saying, shorts and t-shirts won’t keep you warm in a New England winter. Snow and sneakers don’t really work well together, and sandals even less so.
Every so often, we’ll read reports of someone that had to be rescued from a wilderness area, a mountain, or some other remote location. They were hiking, and not prepared for the blizzard that was coming their way, that had been predicted for days. So, while I shouldn’t have to tell people this, Mount Washington gets just a bit chilly, sometimes a little blustery, and gets the odd bit of snow and ice this time of year. And there are so many other things we shouldn’t have to tell people. If you’re getting older, have had three hip replacements and still live in your three-story house, it probably won’t end well for you. If you’re feeling lousy, have a persistent cough and runny nose, don’t go out and share that joy with others. Stay home and use a delivery service. If you didn’t save any of your tax receipts or other documents, don’t expect the IRS to be sympathetic and understanding. And finally, if you walk around with a constant frown or scowl on your face, don’t complain on social media about how unfriendly people have become.
Warmest regards (and dress warmly) on a chilly day!
Reality Games – Are You Up to It?
Probably not. I know I wouldn’t have been in my prime. Most of us are much better off watching from our living rooms. It’s safer, and plays best to our personal skills and talents.
Continue reading “Reality Games – Are You Up to It?”New Year’s, Again
Ok, it happens every year for me. I’m putting some thoughts together, some of which may sound familiar. It is a topic I’ve covered before, in my typically insightful way.
Continue reading “New Year’s, Again”Miscommunications
Most of us have received that phone call from a number we don’t recognize. My wife and I look at it, asking each other if it’s a name we recognize. We answer, and a voice says, “Dave?” No, there’s no Dave here, so I inform the caller. If he, she, or they happen to have been brought up with some sense of telephone etiquette, they’d apologize that they had the wrong number. If not, they’d simply disconnect.
Continue reading “Miscommunications”The Joys of Medicare supplements
Yes, it’s “enrollment” time again. Actually, we all get Medicare at age 65, but as we now know, it doesn’t cover everything. So, we need to get a supplemental plan. My wife and I are covered by one that is subsidized by the state, because Herself was a public employee. That’s the good news. The bad news, of course, is that there are thousands of “Medicare Advantage” providers, separate, private insurance companies eager to “enroll us in their added programs, or really to snap us up in their claw traps. I know this because they all call us – daily. They come in not from the company names that show up on caller ID, but from private numbers, routed through cell phones, and often something our recognition identifies as “possible fraud”. Yes, it is.
Continue reading “The Joys of Medicare supplements”Am I Bothering You?
There was a curious letter to the advice columnist, Dear Abby, in today’s paper. People living in a condo, which means in close quarters, use their fireplace as a heat source for their living room area. A neighbor with severe respiratory problems has asked them to stop burning, which has put a strain on what we presume is their friendship. They asked for advice, and Abby gave it. Give up the fireplace and get an electric heater if you need it, because you’re causing a serious health hazard to your neighbor. She’s quite right, of course. Condos represent communal living, whether we like it or not. I’m guessing that the folks with the fireplace like the ambiance that a fire in the fireplace creates, and they’re reluctant to give it up for that reason, because a fireplace is a notoriously inefficient way to heat a room. We sometimes forget that our wants, likes, and behaviors can have an impact on those around us, unless we’re living on a mountain top in a cabin by ourselves, or in prison in solitary confinement.
Continue reading “Am I Bothering You?”Goodbye, Hyacinth. We’ll miss you.
Although she’s been seen only in syndication for the last thirty years, Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced, as she so frequently corrected, “BOUQUET”) was the ultimate in pretention. Constantly striving to reach into an imagined social hierarchy, she was thwarted and embarrassed by her circle of family and neighbors at almost every turn.
Continue reading “Goodbye, Hyacinth. We’ll miss you.”Rebuilding my “brand”
We hear so much, particularly in the business world about “branding”. That for which one is known and, presumably respected. That upon which one’s reputation and standing are built, giving one’s life meaning and definition. So, as I renewed my website experience for another year so as to dispense invaluable wisdom and insight, this seems to be an appropriate time to see what my “brand” really is.
Continue reading “Rebuilding my “brand””Dead Bodies Everywhere
Yes, now that I have your attention, I didn’t mean to mislead that I was writing about a natural disaster. Perhaps I should be, but it’s about those actors whose role is, well, to play a dead body at the beginning of a movie or television show. When the detectives are called in, there is the body – lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, or sitting in an armchair in the living room, a large knife sticking out of his or her chest. Someone slumped over a steering wheel, riddled with bullet holes. Even the award-winning movie, “Conclave”, opens with the deceased pope lying in his bed in the Apostolic palace. Natural causes, of course, but still . . . . . an actor whose contributions to the film won’t be nominated for an Oscar.
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