Good morning, beware of the clowns. The feature image is a cookie jar my grandmother once owned passed down to me in 1987. The condition is poor, otherwise I think I might get some true coin for selling it. Antique roadshow here I come. lol
Today would have been my sister-in-law’s 57th birthday. Happy heavenly b-d Barb! We should go to the Riverwalk / Navarro Street bridge for a toast to your memory. But alas it’s a school night and there’s this thing called a pandemic going on. One thing I’m glad you’re to around to see. People are different. Some are the same. But mostly different. Many if not all of us can’t help but be impacted in some way, shape, or form.
Me for example, I’m seriously triggered when I see large crowds of people back at college football games, sitting right on top of each other, not a mask in the place. They say we’ve learned more about the virus and maybe I am just not up-to-date on what is allowed these days. And I’m over the moon happy for anyone who is enjoying their favorite pastime having regained some sense of normalcy. Guess I missed the memo of mask-free is the way to be. Maybe it’s time to start living again? Though I’m doing pretty okay these days. Knock on wood.
Okay on that somewhat sour note of hope for the future, here is last week’s roll call:
Ugh! My mood is dampened by having to deal with health insurance BS. I think there should be laws against medical insurance companies owning pharmacies and/or having relationships with companies that make the drugs. My story is a tale as old as time since I have been harping about this problem for as long as I can remember. I thought I had cracked the code last time around with these yahoos but nooo.
My automated RX came due a week ago Monday with a nice little note of preauthorization required. Problem is that I obtained the pre-auth in June to start my year over again. That note started a series of calls and hoops for my doctor to jump through when in all actuality, she is better served treating patients don’t you think?
The insurance company and I had an off cycle argument that I was pre-auth for a year – 6/21/21 to 6/21/22. They claimed my pre-auth expired 8/19/21. How random and how effing convenient. My claim was you don’t want to pay now that I met my deductible. A racket I tell ya what.
My doctor made the hurdle and sweet V at her office contacted me to say the paperwork was done. I now have pre-auth from 09/29/21 to 09/29/22. V advised me to call CVS since the cost is $225 and the medication isn’t on hand. Before they order it, they want to make sure I’m willing/able to pay. My beef isn’t with V. I thanked her and we ended our call.
I immediately called the insurance company back to find out why, after meeting my deductible, I am paying the same as I paid in June. Of course I received the run around. No reason only apologies that what I was told in June was in error. RX will always have a a co-pay. They still insist on charging me for non formulary all the while refusing to give me a definition of non formulary. I’ve decided that I’ll pay the extra $150. Sure $75 is what is fair and right but I can’t keep fighting city hall, so I raised the white flag.
While the topic is groundhog day, the experience this time was different. Why? Well because I changed. I never once raised my voice. And that was in every call. The multiple back and forth with voice messages and emails. I didn’t get upset with the poor call center rep who is simply doing as told and following scripts. I’m of the mind set, I can be right or I can be happy. Choosing happy! The damn mo-fo’s are right. Zen Jilly can still curse like a sailor in a low calm voice. Somehow that makes the release even more effective. You should try it sometime. Growl motherfucker. Go on. Growl …
Here’s a quick roll call. I might be back later with something else. I’m feeling chatty but I’m not sure yet if that need to share will take over or if I’ll turn inward. Either way Sunday is already shaping up to be a fantastic day.
Howdy fine folks of bloglandia!! What a week I’m telling ya what. The world was getting me down. Hope you’re not feeling bluesy also but if you are, I get it. Everything going on is just too much. Continued pandemic, hurricanes, flooding, ending a war, and more. We also said goodbye to a dear co-worker. Cancer took another one. On that most depressing note, I’m going to do a quick roll call, then sign off to spend time with the family.
What a noisy week. The new roof is on. We went with standing seam and with B working his magic, we got a really good deal. Half price in fact. The ‘brother in law’ deal from someone we’ve never met. But the friend of a friend we’ve known since he was a toddler so there is that.
I love the new look. The roof makes a pretty big difference with curb appeal. Now we have to decide if we want the impact resistant credit with the cosmetic damage waiver or to keep full coverage. Decisions, decisions. As much as I don’t want to waive anything, my pocketbook has ideas of its own. We are opting to keep the high deductible. I’d rather pay the contractor if when we need repairs than an insurance company just in case.
The week has been emotionally draining too despite the goodness. I’ve had to turn off the news. Not that I want to be uninformed but the sadness is overwhelming. Prayers and heartfelt gratitude go out to all those affected.
The roll call will be brief, then I’m going back to self care, lounging and reading.
Y’all I’m exhausted. Running on fumes as they whoever they are say. Yeah buddy. I hit a wall bounced off and hit it again. But I’m gonna overcome this crap. I want to figure out how to deal with the pressure instead of bottling it all up until I break. Which is what happened this past Friday. Lulu Belle has the good sense to get me out ot the Botanical Gardens yesterday where magically I was cured. Not fully but enough to get a grip and start the climb back to a better place.
The SA Botanical Gardens are my happy place just like Fanick’s nursery and anything greenery. Dirt I like dirt! From as far back as I remember, lil Jilly making mud pies. I took several pictures and posted them all to FB. On WP, I only have the media which comes with the free plan. I’m at 70% full and if I delete to add new pictures, those posts get all twisted. But yesterday was so therapeutic for me that I am taking up prime real estate in bloglandia so my pictures can be uploaded here.
Howdy folks, here we are again. Another week in the hopper. I’d tell ya how fast time was moving but you’re already aware I’m sure or you’re not aware because maybe time is creeping for you. Everything is relative, huh.
Today is the feast of the Assumption. If I was still a kid, we’d be loading up the station wagon and heading to Praha, Texas for the best celebration ever. First, we attended the outdoor Mass at 10 AM sharp. Which was cool because it was like going to church in our car which is what we did when vacationing at Lago Vista/Lake Travis. Something different from our usual weekly to make things interesting.
Afterwards, there’d be the meal. Plenty of stew and fried chicken with all the sides. The desserts would be lined up for miles. Of course, there’d be lots of pivo too. For the grown-ups of course. And cotton candy and snow cones. My favorite memory is turning over my ticket then being allowed to reach into the ice for a Dr. Pepper. After using the life size bottle opener (meaning it was mounted and as tall as I was), I could hardly wait to ‘pop a top’. That first swing would be nice and slushy. You can’t really get the same experience with plastic bottles just sayin. Games like fish pond and bingo and a dance to cap off the evening.
As much as I enjoyed the experience, B and I only took Pony once. He went a few other times with my mom and dad when the 15th fell during the week when B and I were working. Awwww! I miss my parents. They were so good to my boy. Lulu never had the good fortune to know her grandparents from my side or to attend.
Despite having the day free, we opted to stay put. I’d like to think without the Delta, we might take our chances to go again but nope we’d likely still stay put. As much as the pandemic changed us, it also gave us ‘permission’ to do what we prefer to do which is stay put. I’m baking a chocolate meringue pie instead because I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna learn how to make a proper meringue.
Okay roll call time. Enough nostalgia and reminiscing. Let’s go …