Month: February 2020

We showed up an hour and a half early for Ron’s follow-on appointment, but the doc was able to fit him in.

We met briefly with Peter’s loan officer and dropped off the equity gift document.

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I treated Ron to breakfast at Chew. Terrible coffee but good food.

I paid the last bill until closing, to CSMLP.

The sympathetic customer service person at Chase refunded the $28 late fee.

Ron dropped off books at the Falmouth library and on the way back, we stopped at the Art Center. Fine second floor exhibit of fabric art.

Two weeks from closing.

I decided to try reducing Citalopram this week, alternating full and half doses. Yesterday was a half dose.

The result was driving the wrong direction on a one-way road, losing it with Ron and forgetting to pay a bill, which cost me $28 in late fees.

On the other hand, we did receive the MFD Certificate of Compliance for Edgewater and I’m now up to date on meds, thanks to the pharmacist at Wal-Mart. HCHP confirmed that the meds they’ve approved so far this year are all Tier I, which means, incredibly, no OOP or deductible.

Another good move from yesterday: Home Depot got Citibank to give us 18 month no-interest financing on the flooring charges. That was my bright idea, in case things go south with Edgewater, which is still a possibility: they don’t have their commitment – yet.

Ron and I did the transfer station run yesterday. Full load.

I made eggplant meatballs and Ron made sauce, neither of which were very good, at least not to my taste. He got sloshed, again.

We left the kitchen in a mess. I cleaned it up this morning.

We dropped off a check at the Farm for the Spring CSA, saw Matt.

We tried redeeming a T-Mobile Tuesday special for veg burgers at BK, but the internet connection was so slow I gave up and paid for them.

Picked up meds at Walmart and was charged $0. My new plan has ZERO copays for Tier I drugs! It was not a mistake!

Also bought cake decorating supplies for Free’s party.

Ron got some bluetooth speakers for himself.

I’ve been limping for days because of my right hip. He noticed but didn’t say anything, as in ?? I don’t get it.

Good news from the Town of Mashpee: Rob with the DPW took mercy on us and removed our street from the “Do Not Plow” list! The MFD left a message that we have an appointment tomorrow for the smoke/CO detector inspection.

Finally, Peter texted that the flooring is in and done.

An electrician promised Friday to show up today at Edgewater at 10 am.

He was early.

He did all the work I’d requested, and a bit more, managing to wire a new smoke/CO alarm, install three others, and repair two outlets that were damaged in the recent renovation.

Unlike others who quoted on my FB post, he charged a fair hourly wage, i.e., less than what one would pay a neurosurgeon.

Along with Ron, he’s my hero.

After picking up half and half for my coffee, I dropped off the sensors this morning and returned to Edgewater around mid-day to pay the electrician and to Stosh to pick up chowder and salad for Ron.

Saw some pillows that I thought might work for the bench in the back yard and the saleswoman gave us a pillow that hadn’t worked for her. She’d annoyed me so of course I was embarrassed, but Ron made up for it by being super-nice.

Stopped at Andy’s for Cupcake Shiraz and Limoncllo, which we enjoyed in Betsy’s cordial glasses, on the deck, until it got too cold.

Ron’s on his way to Walmart to straighten out his account. I am glad the sun is well over the yardarm.

https://prospect.org/politics/warren-latest-plan-signals-time-talk-joe-biden-record/

“More important, (Elizabeth Warren’s) plan lets borrowers modify primary residence mortgages in bankruptcy, a concept known as “cram-down” that the Obama-Biden administration (to borrow Biden’s common terminology) openly fought against after promising to enact it. This would have significantly mitigated the foreclosure crisis, giving borrowers a fair shot at a clean slate and equitably sharing the losses from the collapse. “

While Ron worked on the laundry, I removed insulation that had gotten moldy from a long-ago commode overflow: finally.

Ron finished the job by sealing up a gap between the wall and the septic pipe and stuffing in more insulation.

We also cleaned the bathroom sink drain.

Yesterday, did some banking, got gas and returned the smoke/CO battery-operated detectors to Aubuchon in Marstons Mills. While I was there, picked up Chef Sigumund’s clam chowder. It was good but pricey, and not as good as the West Barnstable Old Country Store’s. Served it with leftover Moto salad for lunch/supper.

Opened a savings account and ordered more checks for the joint account online with Rockland.

Fixed a ridiculous string variable error in MRS.

Ron misplaced his glasses; I found them today on the table by the front door.

Cindy dropped off the blankets on her way off Cape. The smoke/CO sensors arrived from Amazon and I hope everyone is okay with them. I checked employee opinion of the company at that warehouse (Teterboro, NJ), and it’s actually pretty positive.

Working on laundry and changing sheets.

Made a big salad for lunch but I used too much red wine vinegar in the dressing and if that didn’t make it bitter enough, added raw cranberries. Ron said the acetic acid is good for us, a consolation, indeed.

The biggest shortcoming of “Dark Towers,” however, is that while it raises provocative questions about Deutsche Bank and Trump, it never quite answers them. Was it incompetence or corruption that caused American and European regulators to do nothing about the bank’s excessive leverage and mispricing of assets? Was Trump’s relationship with Justin Kennedy, head of Deutsche Bank’s real estate lending division, a factor in the decision of Kennedy’s father, Justice Anthony Kennedy, to retire from the Supreme Court and Trump’s decision to appoint one of his former clerks, Brett Kavanaugh, to replace him? Did Deutsche Bank help Russian oligarchs launder money through Trump’s projects? Why did the U.S. criminal investigation of the bank’s Russian money laundering suddenly go quiet after Trump’s election? https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/the-fall-of-deutsche-bank-lies-greed-money-laundering-and-donald-trump/2020/02/14/0ffd770a-30c3-11ea-a053-dc6d944ba776_story.html

Revolution (the real kind, the kind that actually changes things) is ultimately a fight against psychological compartmentalization on a mass scale. Compartmentalization is a tool people use to avoid the psychological discomfort (aka cognitive dissonance) that would otherwise be experienced by trying to hold on to two conflicting positions at one time, like, for example, seeing yourself as a good person and simultaneously giving your government your tacit permission to murder strangers on the other side of the world in your name. https://medium.com/@caityjohnstone/we-want-to-keep-the-oil-8fc42d560a95

We met with Larry and had lunch/dinner at Moto: salad, fries, pickles, cannoli. Better than Valentine’s Day chocolate and pastry, although those would have been nice, too.

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Peter squared me away on the smoke/CO alarm situation. An electrician will be there on Monday. The sensors should be here on Sunday.

Yesterday, Peter and I loaded the truck. He wasn’t feeling great, recovering from the prior days’ medical procedures, so Ron and I did the transfer station run.

Ron and I dropped in to the Barnstable Senior Center for a veg soup luncheon and signed up for membership at the center and the mailing list for the soup group.

We picked up batteries and CO detectors for the Fire Department inspection today at Edgewater. Peter had managed to get their combo detector off the ceiling, but the unit was stuck to the base. I was able to pry it apart with a putty knife and Ron loaded it with batteries and tested it this morning. He’ll bring it to Edgewater later with a check.

Ron treated us to pizza, salad and deep fried pickles from Moto Pizza/Falmouth. Enough for at least two meals, maybe three.

I uploaded some schedule page revisions to MRS.