Lurking at Primary Care

I'm trying to see people's name tags so I can learn who is who over here. So far at my job I've learned that people really need to be proactive with their health care, my job is more about catching people who are falling through the cracks rather than just scheduling their appointments, and I should probably get my care somewhere else. It's not that the care is bad- far from it. It's that I schedule these people's days. I can make their lives difficult quite easily and unintentionally. I know them by reputation, just not what they look like. Most name tags are turned around or too small to read. But they're going to recognize my name and know what I'm here for. I can tell they know who I am. If they didn't already know my name, there's a helpful flashing reminder when you pull up an employee's information. Let's hope all my health issues remain unembarrassing until I can afford some outside insurance.

What's nice is not being at work today. It feels like a Saturday, so let's hope this feels like a long and restful weekend.

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Crafty Crimson Cats carefully catching Crusty Crayfish

Finished my puzzle. But before that, I took the dogs for a three mile walk. And before that, Chris and Ant cleaned the house so I could come home and relax. :D

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This could get obnoxious fast

See? Now I am working on my puzzle. This will make the picture of the day project much easier.

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Right at this moment

I am in the kitchen of my house, watching Ant and his friend pinch each other's nipples with a giant clothespin.

Now I can blog from my phone. I think you can expect more regular posts now.

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Mom's 60th Birthday Poem

Circa 1995
On a trip to the beach,
Her girls were adolescent
And hard to reach.

In Carolina, they met
The tail end of a hurricane.
The beach was unreachable
in the wind and the rain.

As they toured the town,

Mom pointed out signs,

But the girls refused

To study the lines.

“The courthouse was built

In 1904.”

“Who cares,” said one.

Said two, “What a bore.”

They toured the memorial
Of Orville and brother
(Two siblings who also
flew birds for their mother.)

Mom donned a poncho
And handed out more
Not knowing this action
Could start up a war.

 “We’re not wearing those,”

Came the girls’ cries,

As they stomped their feet

And rolled their eyes.

But the girls almost giggled

As they had to block
The wind from blowing them
right off Kitty Hawk.

The sun came out

And the girls wouldn’t crack

They wouldn’t be nice;

Or even smile back.

At Jockey’s Ridge

They climbed up the dune

And still the girls

Wouldn’t change their tune

At the very top,

Their mom turned around.

“You can stay if you want to-

But I’m running down.”

The girls were embarrassed

But still turned to see

As she tore down the hill

With a jubilant “EEEEEEE!”

The girls’ mouths dropped,

And they looked at each other.

Then with wild-eyed grins,

Ran after their mother.

The hill was too steep-

It was almost like falling;

The uneven sand could have

Sent them all sprawling.

Down ran the mother;

Two girls running after.

And at the bottom, all three

Started rolling with laughter.