It's official. This blog is now seven years old. Back on August 9, 2005 when I made my first brief post (click here for that post) this blog was entitled simply "Cashjocky." The Old Salt was added after our marriage in 2007. As my profile page will tell you when I started this blog I had no identity of my own. I had always been someone's child, sibling, wife, mother or employee. Finding my own identity is why I stated this blog. But, along the way I found so much more. I've discovered a world full of interesting people and places. I have made friends, fallen in love and even found later that he was my soulmate. And you, my faithful readers, have been right there beside me sharing in my life. Like Alice, you followed me down the rabbit hole into the world of online dating. You were there when I took my first plane ride. You were the first to see the wedding photos when the Old Salt and I married. You held my hand through my cancer treatments and you take the mediocre post in stride, along with the occasional good ones.
Thank you all for sticking with me while I found myself and developed my blogging style. A few of you have hung with me from the first post and on through the uncertain times when weeks and even months passed between entries. I thank you all. Grab a glass and join me in a salute to our next seven years together.
We had two severe storms in the last few weeks. I posted about the first one here. The other happened last Thursday. Not nearly enough rain but lots of wind, lightning and thunder. A big old tree, unrooted by the wind, was not far from my house. The next day I passed a group of three trees near my doctor's office that must have been hit by lightning. It was as if they had exploded from the inside out. Huge thick trunks were in jagged splinters. You could see where one had be dragged from the roadway. I missed getting the photo because I was alone and did not have time to pull over. By the time I left the doctor's office and came back they had been cut up and hauled away. Hate it when I can't make time for a terrific photo op.
Every time I enter a room I have to shut cabinet or closet doors. I'm constantly turning off lights or fans left running in empty rooms. Only two of us live here and we both are adamant that we aren't the guilty party. So, this house must be haunted by some strange electricity wasting goblin. Can anyone tell me how to remedy this? Is there a goblin repellent on the market?
|Eye doctors office yesterday|
Between the Old Salt and me, we spend a lot of time in doctor's offices these days. It seems that no matter what time of day I make the appointment I find myself sitting in a small room staring at the walls for at least twenty minutes or more before being seen. If, during my working days, I had kept customers waiting like this I would soon have found myself without a job. Why can't doctors keep reasonable schedules? Better yet, why can't I bill them if they keep me waiting more than some government mandated time? I can see the negotiations now. There would probably be some compromise like a graduated discount based on the length of the wait, excluding emergencies of course. Now that I see it in print, I think I have hit on a pretty good idea! What do you think? Should I write my congressman?
Wishing everyone a great weekend. Mine is already shaping up to be hectic as usual.
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