On the coast in Southern Oregon, Brookings to be exact. Tried to use all six locations to charge my EV. Every single one was broken or out of service. Had to arrange to borrow on at a private residence. Get your act together Brookings!
So, I’m wondering if there is any stupider plea for charity money in the US now, excluding #trump grifting, than the Armenian Bear Rescue. Nope, Trump still wins.
Summer
A perfect Summer breakfast. Dawn. Hot fresh Panamanian coffee. Fresh butter tortillas heated on an iron comal. Cool, crisp slices of watermelon with strips of prosciutto. D’Afinois cheese as a buttress.
Perfect.
I am continually appalled at how the American public ignores quality healthcare. People, over and over, try to reform it but fail simply because Congress & Big Business won’t let them.
Yes, you heard right. Congress is the most influential reason why American healthcare is the most expensive in the world and hasn’t ranked in the top ten for good outcomes in decades.
I’m mostly convinced it is that way because for some reason the public has decided somebody, anybody really knows more about what healthcare should be like than they do. And… they refuse to shop or bargain to get it. Particularly, they refuse to demand it from Congress.
I didn’t get along with my dad very well. He was an old school Southern guy with all the racism and misogyny that entails. But, like everyone he did have his good points.
My dad was a chronic tinkerer. He loved to work on things and invent. He owned multiple patents. He was the sort of dad who loved to spend $20 on something he could make rather than buy it for $2.99.
My dad also loved to rope me into fixing things with him no matter how vocal I got about my lack of interest in working on said project.
Segue fifty years into the future. I had a doohickey bust in our house. I priced a new one on the net for this fifty year old doohickey and it was a cool $1500.
I decided to give it a try for the old man (who passed in ’98.) Three hours later and $15 poorer for a new set of parts and said doohickey is back in business, hopefully until I pass. My dad saw I had that gift. It makes me miss him.
Ah, the joys of getting older… My partner asked me this morning how much progress I’d made on crafting my grimoire, my book of spells. Of course, she was being artistic. I’ve been tasked with writing down all my accounts and passwords and what would be needed to access they when I die. As an old IT person I’ve accumulated more than a few of these (>170 by last count). It’s depressing, sure. But a courtesy to your loved ones. More than a couple have monetary impacts.