OH THE STORIES I CAN TELL!

SHARE YOUR WORLD 6-8-2021

Sometimes, these question just hit the right buttons or maybe I’m punchy from lack of sleep.

A couple of times a year, I get a night when I can’t sleep. At all. It happens in spring or fall, as if my body is trying to adjust to seasonal changes. This time, it’s also trying to adjust to some of the wackiest weather EVEN for New England. Hot, cold, rain, dry. Broiling heat preceded by temperatures near freezing plus one of the worst pollen seasons ever. My inability to breathe without choking, coughing, or sneezing a dozen times has reached maximum levels. I feel as if I haven’t been able to take a full breath for weeks. Or is that months?

Mind you, I’m in a good mood. It isn’t my brain buzzing around. It’s physical stuff. I need to sleep almost sitting up to breathe but then my back goes into collapse.

I have a doctor’s appointment Wednesday (annual physical) and was supposed to get blood tests today. I’m too tired and terrified of trying to breath in the hot soup we are currently calling “air.”

Tomorrow is another day, or so Scarlett said.

QUESTIONS:

What’s the worst commercial you’ve recently seen (or heard)? Why was it so bad?

No matter how many times this question comes up, I get lockjaw trying to figure out the really WORST one. I think at the moment the insurance commercial where they are trying to sell hot wet teddy bears from a hotdog vending truck. In what appears to be Coney Island in Brooklyn.

I think it’s supposed to be funny.

It’s not funny. It also has absolutely nothing to do with the product they are selling — supposedly auto insurance. Actually, I’m not sure that a warm, sodden teddy bear has anything to do with any product of any kind OR why anyone would want a slightly cooked toy Teddy that smells like hot onions.

Is it me? Have I lost my sense of humor?

What takes a lot of time but is totally worth it?

I used to feel that way about practicing piano, but since I don’t even own a piano anymore because my hands are too arthritic to make practicing practical, I guess the next thing that takes tons of time and is sometimes worth the effort is not taking pictures, but processing the photos.

It takes too much time — maybe because I’m using old tools, but I suspect the problem is I’m really nit picky. I over-process pictures, don’t like the result and start over. By the time I’m through “fixing” half a dozen pictures I have two feelings about it:

  1. You mean I just spent four hours for a mere five or six photographs? What is WRONG with me.
  2. After all that, I still haven’t created a post? What is WRONG with me?

Have you ever smiled at a stranger and then wished you hadn’t? Why or why not?

A long long time ago, I can still remember …

Riding the subway from Queens into Manhattan. Smiling pleasantly at the man in front of me. I was sitting. He was standing. I looked down at the book I was reading and his penis was slung across the book.

I slammed the book closed. I really wasn’t intending to hurt him, though I certainly didn’t MIND hurting him, but to say that he was unprepared for the results of this early morning F-train interaction would be putting it mildly.

I’m pretty sure he never used his penis as a bookmarker again and I gave up smiling at anyone in any subway for the rest of my life as a New Yorker.

What do you think is the nastiest tasting food? 

We have a tie vote on this one. In the slimy-salty section, olives and anchovies take a joint first prize. In the slimy yet hairy department, definitely okra.

I’m sure there are many others, but these spring quickly to mind.


GRATITUDE:

Are you at peace with yourself?   Your world?   Please share, whether you said “yay” or “nay”! 

I am as much at peace with my world as (considering one thing and another) I can be. I am incredibly grateful to the guys who fixed my deck as well as my oil-delivery company who patiently waited almost a full year for me to pay them the $8000 it cost to replace our boiler — and that they only charged us $8000. Everyone else wanted at least two or three thousand more.

And no one else would take payments, especially since I had no idea how long it was going to take to pay them off!

You know how people say “Money can’t buy happiness”? Well, really, depending on what your problems are, it can. Every single thing that worries and/or obsesses me is about money. How can I afford to fix my teeth? Get Garry a new hearing aid? Replace my sunglasses? Get a green t-shirt to go with my green floral skirt? None of these would be problems if I could simply pay my way, but I can’t. In the more than ten years Garry and I have been retired, our income has remained the same, give or take maybe $50 each from Social Security “cost of living” raises.

Our income will never go up. We will never get a raise or a bonus. I doubt we will be able to take a vacation. I’ve come to grips with realizing we aren’t going to travel and feeling lucky that we live in a beautiful place. But gee whiz, wouldn’t it be nice if we had a few choices? Wouldn’t it be great if I could afford a daily inhaler so I could breathe when the pollen is high? Or replace all my missing teeth? The other day I discovered I couldn’t eat cashews because I no longer have any grinding teeth. They’ve all been pull because they were cracked (yes, I’m a tooth-grinder since forever) or infected.

Garry’s cochlear hearing aid is going slightly extinct and no, even though Medicare paid for the surgery, they will NOT pay for a replacement hearing aid, even though the surgery removed all the “hearing” pieces in that ear. Does that even make any sense? At least he still has teeth.

And, we have a usable deck, something I didn’t think could happen in this lifetime.

Life is not all bad, but it definitely could be improved by receiving enough money from Social Security and Medicare to take care of things we really need. Not luxuries. I can do without the vacations or a matching tee shirt, but being able to see, hear, chew, and breathe doesn’t seem excessive.



Categories: Anecdote, Humor, Money, Share My World, Social Security

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  1. Thank you Marilyn for Sharing Your World. I admit to having a hearty belly laugh at the subway story. Oh my heck!! It never ceases to amaze me where men will put that thing as if they expect the other person to appreciate their grand gesture or something. I LOVED what you did with it. Perfect. I suspect Mr. Weenie Wagger kept his stuff in his pants for a while. That had to hurt! Good for you!! LOL Once I was at a discount movie (you know the ones they used to have that cost a dollar or two because it was early in the afternoon). I was sitting in the dark and felt something rubbing on my leg. A little freaked out, I moved over a seat. The sensation came back, but this time it was aimed at a much more private spot than my leg. I leapt up and ran out of the place and into the Ladies’ Room (a sanctuary for all women thank goodness). Peeking out the door, I saw this extremely weird-looking guy leering at me from around the door jamb into the foyer in front of the toilets. I slammed the Ladies’ door shut and went to the furthest stall and locked myself in. This was before cell phones, or I’d have dialed 911 and reported the creep. After about ten minutes I peeped out again and Mr. Weirdo was gone. I went to the manager of the theater and told him he had a pervert loose in his movie house. Then I left. It still gives me cold chills when I think about it. Brrr.

    I am saddened to read that you guys are in the same leaky financial boat as I am, and who knows how many thousands of others. My sibling, who is still in the workforce, was grousing about the ‘cost of social security’ and I said “Well what’s YOUR grand solution? Do you want me to move in with you because I have no money and would have to live on the street otherwise? Do you want to pay for my medications and my expenses? I don’t think you do! So come up with some ANSWERS or shut up and stop bitching. You’ll be right where I am soon enough (he’ll retire eventually, will be forced to. He was saying the other day how exhausted he gets just doing stuff that didn’t used to be a big deal in his salad days. I said to him “Well have a BIG bunch of money saved up towards the day. Because it’s cold out here and I bet you can’t live on what they’ll give you to live on.” It’s horrifying.

    I hope you are able to find a solution to your breathing woes. Your doctor will no doubt be concerned about that because (allegedly) it’s not healthy if we don’t get good oxygen saturation. All sorts of nasty things happen, like wicked insomnia. My sympathies!!

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    • He’ll give me another prescription for medication I can’t afford.

      Everyone is against social security until they suddenly realize they have to live on it. Then, they are ranting about how little they get compared to how much they contributed. Gotta love it.

      Yes. Everyone living on SSN — REALLY living on it — are poor. That they will never raise the amount we get to even cover groceries can be a trifle depressing, but what gets me is the necessities it doesn’t cover. All the medications, lab tests — and those cosmetic issues, like hearing and teeth. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but being able to hear and chew never seemed luxurious to me.

      The irony is that the medical insurance members of congress get is exactly what we need — not to mention the pensions. If they had to live on the money the rest of us get, the world would change and quickly, too.

      Slamming the book on the flasher’s dick was actually a response to being startled. I was not expecting to see his family jewels in my book. It was pretty funny later, but at the time, it was startling, a bit shocking (I was only 15), and frankly very weird.

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  2. I HEAR YOU. MY INCOME IS THE SAME….SOCIAL SECURITY AND A TINY MONTHLY AMOUNT FROM A SCHOOL ACCOUNT. THEY DON’T EVER SEEM TO INCREASE, AND, IF SO, ONLY A COUPLE OF DOLLARS AT A TIME. EXPENSES KEEP RISING ON EVERYTHING. I WORKED HARD ALL MY LIFE, FIRST IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY AND THEN IN THE EDUCATIONAL ONE. HOWEVER, I TAUGHT AT A PRIVATE SCHOOL FULL-TIME, SO RECEIVE NO MONEY NOW FRO THAT STINT. BECAUSE I TAUGHT PART-TIME FOR 23 YEARS AT A COMMUNITY COLLEGE, I RECEIVE A SMALL MONTHLY AMOUNT FOR THAT. SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO TAUGHT IN PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL RECEIVE A HANDSOME RETIREMENT INCOME. I JUST MADE THE WRONG CHOICES ALONG THE WAY.

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    • I worked overseas for a decade and the rest of the time, I worked for little start up company’s that didn’t have pension plans. You need to work for a real corporation for that, although Garry did and he STILL got peanuts for his efforts. So much depends on luck, if you have a good union behind you. Wrong choices — maybe — but also plain old-fashioned bad luck.

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