April showers
It was nice and warm earlier this week. No-coat-to-work weather. This morning I wake up and it's snowing. Well, slushing. But it's snowing in the mountains, and I'm back to wearing sweaters.
My little rose bush is looking peaked indeed. It must not have had enough water when I left on Friday, because upon returning Monday, I found it with droopy leaves and have removed a considerable amount of dead foliage. Three of the roses are already kaput, and there are no new buds to replace them. Oh well. Potted plants like these aren't really meant to last. If it stays alive long enough, I'll plant it outside.
Some of the seeds I planted last week have sprouted. I managed to plant the rest of them on Monday night. I wasn't able to plant over the weekend because I spent the time at my Mom's. Strangely, I spent it in a bit of a stupor, just like I do when I'm at home.
I hate health insurance. I knew mine wasn't very good. After all, I'm getting it from a company that hires temps and they let you buy in as soon as you're hired. The prescription plan doesn't actually cover the meds: you have to buy them and then send in the receipts for 70% reimbursement. So I bought nearly $600 in meds thinking I'd get most of it back, and yesterday they turned me down because the meds were for a pre-existing condition. Jerks. It's cheaper not having any insurance at all, as far as I'm concerned. It's just the fear of a disaster that keeps you paying in. Legalized extortion. Maybe I'll buy some insurance with a big deductible and be content with that. Then I could go to whichever doctor I want.
Speaking of which, I went to renew my Synthroid prescription and as I anticipated, the doc turned it down so that I would go in again to be tested. Of course, my doc isn't covered by this insurance, and even if he were, they'd probably turn down the claim because I'd be going in for a pre-existing condition. Cripes those people are evil.
To make it even more interesting, I don't have a phone in my cube to call the doc for an appointment. There's one I can use in the break room, though, happy day.
Oh, and I almost forgot...
Courtesy Cute Overload.
UPDATE: Here's today's spam haiku:
anachronism: uncommonly irritant:
intimidated to was vivisection
kingpin, and Catholicism goad
Ok, so it's 12, 11, 9; what do you expect from spam?
And the spam poem of the day:
I'm an on-ramp,?!
snowdrift elder, is
elusive a secretively and jackhammer,
uteri,
processor weather forecaster
enlighten gooey white trash of danger,
sonata a that earthshaking
U-turn of psychopath chase.
as atheism frustrate nonentity
and
with beer was rapid transit warmth the it
spaceship gel training of
subtly.
oatmeal as travesty
Rolls off the tongue, dunnit?
My little rose bush is looking peaked indeed. It must not have had enough water when I left on Friday, because upon returning Monday, I found it with droopy leaves and have removed a considerable amount of dead foliage. Three of the roses are already kaput, and there are no new buds to replace them. Oh well. Potted plants like these aren't really meant to last. If it stays alive long enough, I'll plant it outside.
Some of the seeds I planted last week have sprouted. I managed to plant the rest of them on Monday night. I wasn't able to plant over the weekend because I spent the time at my Mom's. Strangely, I spent it in a bit of a stupor, just like I do when I'm at home.
I hate health insurance. I knew mine wasn't very good. After all, I'm getting it from a company that hires temps and they let you buy in as soon as you're hired. The prescription plan doesn't actually cover the meds: you have to buy them and then send in the receipts for 70% reimbursement. So I bought nearly $600 in meds thinking I'd get most of it back, and yesterday they turned me down because the meds were for a pre-existing condition. Jerks. It's cheaper not having any insurance at all, as far as I'm concerned. It's just the fear of a disaster that keeps you paying in. Legalized extortion. Maybe I'll buy some insurance with a big deductible and be content with that. Then I could go to whichever doctor I want.
Speaking of which, I went to renew my Synthroid prescription and as I anticipated, the doc turned it down so that I would go in again to be tested. Of course, my doc isn't covered by this insurance, and even if he were, they'd probably turn down the claim because I'd be going in for a pre-existing condition. Cripes those people are evil.
To make it even more interesting, I don't have a phone in my cube to call the doc for an appointment. There's one I can use in the break room, though, happy day.
Oh, and I almost forgot...
Courtesy Cute Overload.
UPDATE: Here's today's spam haiku:
anachronism: uncommonly irritant:
intimidated to was vivisection
kingpin, and Catholicism goad
Ok, so it's 12, 11, 9; what do you expect from spam?
And the spam poem of the day:
I'm an on-ramp,?!
snowdrift elder, is
elusive a secretively and jackhammer,
uteri,
processor weather forecaster
enlighten gooey white trash of danger,
sonata a that earthshaking
U-turn of psychopath chase.
as atheism frustrate nonentity
and
with beer was rapid transit warmth the it
spaceship gel training of
subtly.
oatmeal as travesty
Rolls off the tongue, dunnit?