Assignment: List five things that matter in my life right now.
THE FIVE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME RIGHT NOW
- My family and friends
- Meeting my obligations
- Feeling good
- Expressing myself
- Feeling connected
 “But who cares?”
Since I’m not there yet, I just have the straight jacket. I’m looking forward to getting the luminous buckles soon. 
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 I heard this years ago when I was in high school, read to me from a book that a friend of mine had. I’d be happy to give credit if I knew who to give credit to. After all, wouldn’t you want to get credit for thinking up something like that?
 Which also explains why I haven’t been posting anything here lately.
I love personality quizzes. Today I decided to find out what color I am.
Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart.
You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone.
Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satisfied. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.
@henryandfriends – has long been a wonderful Twitter-friend to me @janeson59, Cammie @HerGraceTheCat and Stripey @ThatStripeyCat. The love he sends out on a daily basis is nothing short of magical.
— Henry(@henryandfriends) February 15, 2013
This is the valentine he sent into the Twitterverse today. I hope it warms your heart as much as it did mine.
Note that Henry, being a British sort of bear, writes with an accent
Love to you, and to all my friends, both online and IRL (In Real Life). I hope that your Valentine’s Day – and every day – is filled with love.
Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Stripey has been on Twitter for about three years now. She met her fur-husbnad Honeybell (@Wildboutbirds) there, and they had a Twitterverse wedding on September 2, 2010.
Honeybell recently got a Facebook account, so of course Stripey decided that she had to have one, too.
You can’t exactly “put your foot down” when a cat wants something, but I did manage to purr-suade her to share mine. We are now Janeson Keeley (Stripey Keeley). Hopefully you’ll be able to tell which status updates are from Stripey and which are from me.
Gotta go now. Stripey wants to use the computer….
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Just so you’ll know, “MOL” is short for Meow Out Loud. It’s the accepted feline equivalent of LOL. I won’t even try to explain Sleep Sheep, Shaunie, and the ‘lets yet. Let’s just say that Stripey has an active fantasy life and leave it at that for now.
Okay, maybe I’m a little late with this since the snow fell last week on the 18th, but it’s supposed to snow again tomorrow, and that reminded me that I wanted to write this post but have just been too busy to do it.
That afternoon Buffy left work early, stopped by the house to get his iChargers, and got to my apartment just as the snow was covering the ground.
I wanted to take a walk in it. Since I live somewhere where you can walk TO a place instead of just walking but not being able to end up anywhere specific, Buffy (a connoisseur of foods from the round, beige food group) suggested that we walk to IHOP for dinner.
The snow flakes were falling steadily and were big and fat – like the “real” snows I remember from when I was a kid. It was dusk, and we walked the mile to IHOP through the fluffy white flakes under the glowing pink sky.
Warm, dry, and full of sweet, warm food, we walked back in the dark – except it wasn’t dark: the sky was glowing pink and the ground was glowing white.
Once home, we sat on the couch in front of my faux fireplace and drank cocoa.
* happy sigh *
Soon after it was announced, I registered for the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference, starting the night of January 25th with a reception and opening ceremonies and continuing on the 26th with a full day of classes, ending with a discussion on blogging by a panel that I had agreed in October to be on.
On December 31st, the mother of a friend of mine died unexpectedly. Several days later, I learned that her memorial service was to be on Saturday, January 26th at 2 PM.
Did I put two and two together? Nope.
In early January I was replaced on the panel by someone more agreeable (and quite likely more knowledgeable) than me. Odd, but no big deal.
But this weekend the number “four” popped into my head. The Universe is a strange and wonderful place, and by being replaced earlier, I didn’t have to worry about putting anyone else in a bind by having to cancel at the last minute. And I would have. Yay, Universe!
I’m at the age where my friend’s parents are dying at an alarming rate: four in the last two months alone. Having “been there” and “done that,” I know that having people visit the funeral home, open house and/or attend the funeral is very comforting. I had a sense of that when my father-in-law died and my husband hugged a person that he didn’t even especially like when she came to the visitation at the funeral home. (My husband is not a “hugger.”)
I felt it for sure and certain when my father died, and because of who and how he was, very few people came who didn’t know either my brother or myself. I appreciated those friends who took time from their busy days to attend.
When my mother died, it meant even more to me to have friends there, many of whom had taken care of me as best they could while I took care of her.
I’ll go to the conference’s opening night reception on Friday and attend some morning sessions on Saturday. I might even grab a quick lunch. There are people there I only get to get once a year, and I want to have a chance to visit with them. I want to attend the classes and learn new stuff. But however much I’d like to stay for the afternoon sessions and the panel discussion (observing it being infinitely more relaxing than being part of it), attending a memorial service to honor the mother of a friend I’ve had since sixth grade is more important.
There’ll be other writers conferences. I have only once chance to share in the celebration of my friend’s mother’s life. Not a difficult choice on my planet.
Today I got the claim information for my hospital stay on December 18th.
|Total hospital and provider charges (in network):||$30,969.30|
|Paid by plan:||$18,375.82|
|My charges – copay:||$150.00|
So I ponder:
- Why the hell does hospital care cost so much?
- If I had gone in without health insurance and been able to pay privately, would they have charged me the entire $30,060.30?
- If I had to pay for it, could I have gotten them to accept what the insurance paid?
- What was the 30 cents for?
- For $30K worth of medical care, shouldn’t I at least be able to shoot lightning bolts out of my fingers or rotate my hand 360 degrees? Certainly that much money should buy me some superpower.