Leap Day used to mean something, but now, it’s just something we call that extra day we get at the end of February every four years.
Once upon a time, it really meant that the calendar leapt over a day to correct the time for a fixed calendar. We no longer “leap” over anything, but the name stuck.
Today, however, I got to do my own leaping. This is the time of year when Blue Cross requires you to get prior authorizations for almost every medication I or my husband takes. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been taking them … or that there is no other medication that does the same thing. We have to LEAP over the hurdle of getting authorized so we can keep on keeping one.
It seemed a singularly appropriate day to spend hours on the phone with the customer service woman at Blue Cross. She was charming, friendly, helpful. I was ready to snarl and get angry, but she was so nice and … well … she pretty much took care of everything for both me and Garry and I hung up the phone feeling like I had a lot of disgruntled and nowhere to use it.
Watching NCIS last night, they were leaping out of airplanes for fun. Sky diving. Garry used to sky dive. He liked it. I probably would have liked it. It’s not the diving that’s a problem for me. It’s the landing. The bad spine has been bad since I was a teenager. One bad landing is all I need. Along with horse-back riding, it’s one of the two named activities that I’ve been warned by everyone is very likely to finish me off should I be stupid enough to pursue them.
I can do without jumping out of airplanes, but I really miss the horses.
In the name of using up a little of the disgruntle (I assume this is the noun version of the word “disgruntled”) I feel, why does every single camera have to use a different battery from every other camera? Does someone make money from this? I can’t see how it makes more money.
We’d have to buy batteries anyway for our widgets and gadgets and cameras and other devices. We just wouldn’t have to try to figure out which one goes where … and what did I do with the charger?
It drives me nuts, especially when the batteries are from cameras of the same manufacturer and look almost identical … but require different chargers and absolutely will not fit in each others’ battery cases. I have so many chargers in this house, I’ve lost count and I often have to walk around with batteries in my hand following a shoot trying to figure out which one goes in which after-market charger (because a lot of cameras don’t even come with chargers anymore).
Okay. Now I feel better. You have a great week, okay? Super Tuesday is tomorrow, so I hope you are planning to vote for a sane person who isn’t out to destroy our world.