Himself: Surprised that some of the biggies, like Nissan and Mercedes, didn’t come to the Auto Show this year.
Herself: Actually got my desk totally clear. Lobbied for someone else, a smoker, to be put in charge of the cigarette butts.
Balance: Called the doc and have an appointment.
No you don’t want to know the details, suffice it to say one of my polyps seems to have returned in one of my sinuses. And at last, now, I can do something about it. The insurance card from the AARP Advantage Plan folks arrived with the correct doctor’s name and the correct clinic listed on it. I’m not dithering about pain.
I even have dental insurance, but who knows if my dentist will take it. Maybe I will get up my nerve to call him tomorrow. Maybe I will stop dithering now that the insurance card is here.
Life moves on into the New Year with or without mention of dithering. I will see the leg doc who saved my life. We’ll keep having those smaller meals. We’ll try out Lessa’s new car, and we console Bee who is being hit up for five grand to pay for her step son’s wedding.
I shan’t stay out of the insurance company’s face….they have to get it right. I won’t buy the car unless it’s right. But I can advise her that the bride pays for the wedding, the groom is responsible for the rehearsal dinner and the Groomsman’s party. For the step mother, getting it right is staying out of it. No dithering there either.
In the end, Google is a wonderful help in getting the New Year right.