Last week we had the unfortunate need to visit an Urgent Care Facility in Middle America and it was both eye opening and heart breaking.
As we sat, not so patiently, waiting our turn to be seen we observed poor, wretched, desperate people without healthcare insurance stream in hoping for a haven.
It was a nice jacket. Would probably have served me well...I think. However, it was, to my mind, over-priced.
We’ve had some pretty severe lottery fever in recent months. The jackpots are so big that even I have started playing on occasion. Yes, I know that the system was changed so that my chances of winning are even that much smaller but it’s kind of fun to follow the numbers from time to time.
Spoiler Alert-If you are one of the very few people who do not know how "The Sopranos" ended, and you do not want to know, do not read this blog.
She made sure her husband enjoys a nice space (one might say two). But this commentary leaves any more discussion of my “offices” for another time; definitely not here. Thursday afternoon Shelly texts me she expects a delivery.
I did not give much thought to what it might be but mused it might relate to her new space in our home.
Every year one of my friends reviews his relationships and categorizes them creating a top ten list. He has a bunch of criteria, some of which is strange but one particular point got me thinking.
His top friends are those who can he be most authentic with. As he says, "...the people when I'm around I can be myself, say whatever pops into my head."
I have used iPhones since all the way back to my early Blackberry days, but just now hooked up with Siri.
Was I shy or just a Luddite? No matter, we had no intercourse until my Apple computer Guru Steve Levy recently introduced us.
He asked if I used Siri and I said I did not. He then patiently explained what I’ve been missing and proceeded to share her tricks: