The really big shoe, the sequel!
I’ve been in need for a replacement big shoe for over seven months, now. Bought the shoes, but simply didn’t have the funds to get the orthopedic build-up needed.
Until a couple weeks ago.
I now present to you, Ed Sullivan II, the sequel! :-)
Funny how the shoes wear-out on the inside, and I started walking crooked without even knowing. These new shoes are like having new legs!
I’m still sick. Have spent most of the past three days in bed. Am planning on going into Urgent Care this morning. (This, after checking to make certain they took Medicare – some don’t – and that they don’t expect their 20% up front.)
Which is good, because I probably don’t have it.
The interesting thing in all this (to me, anyway) is that my temperature (which tends to run about a degree low, anyway) has been all over the map. Starting on Thursday @ 102°, then varying degrees of 101° on Friday and Saturday. It was even 99° – something one time!
And all I’ve been taking is a cough suppressant, which doesn’t work especially well…
(My own doc wants me to lay off the IB, as I’ve been eating them by the hands full for years!)
I do feel better at 99° than at 102°. Duh.
So, we shall see.
(Post UC visit – apparently, I’ve bronchitis (among other issues). I was chest x-rayed, breathing tested, steroid injected, and given antibiotics and an inhaler, and sent on my way. I’m feeling MUCH better, and my temp is much closer to normal. HUZZAH! Thanks for all your kind comments and emails!)
And now, to make good the promise of the blog post title…THE THREE DEGREES!
Most of you regular readers know I HATE giving the government money. Doing so burns my libertarian soul.
I’m still driving Ol'(insert old-timey lady name here), my 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. Basically, because I’ve no other choice. And, it’s
registration involuntary ownership tax time again.
With the precursor of emissions testing.
(I always stop here to remember how the State legislator who forced through the emissions testing requirement soon left the legislature to work for the contractor who obtained the initial contract. No dirty politics here, no sir! :-))
I arrive just after the testing station opens and find I’m second in line. I’m a little worried, as my car sometimes stalls at idle, and sometimes the pollution control gimmick sticks in the engine and dashboard warning lights illuminate. Getting tested with dash lights on is a no-no! They’ve not come on in a few weeks, so I feel they are due.
I pull up when ordered, exit the vehicle, the guy does his testing, and she PASSES!
I re-enter the vehicle and crank her to start and leave, as instructed…
AND THERE IS A BACKFIRE! THE TESTING STATION (AND MY CAR INTERIOR) FILLS WITH SMOKE! But, as the car is running (and there is no obvious fire or dash warning lights), I drive away victorious!
And return home (after depositing appropriate gift funds to cover costs) and pay on-line to obtain my State license tags for yet another two years!
(To those of you who help me pay to keep my car registered and insured – I salute you!)
And to the State, who forces me to go through this nonsense every couple years to extort revenue from me – you already received my salute!
such persons existed!
A friend of a friend recently contacted my friend regarding retail values of some of the firearms he owned. It seems he was a little short and wanted to make some quick cash.
This friend was referred to ME, as I’ve been around firearms most of my life, have owned and shot them. And even sold then retail, and privately. It was thought I might have some idea.
(Now comes the weird part)
This gentleman is a professional, well-educated in his field. Not some idiot.
But, not only did he have no idea how to search the Internet for possible values on many of the firearms he wanted to sell he had no idea what models he owned!
“Yeah, it’s a Smith & Wesson revolver, but as to caliber, model, finish, frame size, I’ve no idea!”
This made making an estimate difficult over the telephone. It was the same way for the Colts, the AR-15, and a number of others.
I just thought most gun owners would be into their firearms enough to have some clue as to specifics(?) Obviously not.
I guess it’s like car guys. I know I have an Olds 6-cylinder. But cubic inches, etc., I’ve no idea. And some guys like Scotch – but don’t know single malt from chocolate malt!
I can look it up on the Internet, however!
(And, yes, he did sell them! Don’t ask. If only I’d had some money…)
The Firearm Blog recently brought THIS to our attention…
Glock Demanding Customer Private Info
It’s been noted that the individual involved in suing various online retailers over the Colorado movie theatre shooting and who now owes $220K is a Brady employee (6 months after the event). Something interesting was noted on his Linkedin Profile
January 2013 – Present (2 years 4 months)San Antonio, Texas Area
* worked in the organizing department doing outreach to victim/survivors of gun violence* Led the department in adding names of gun owners to data base
* Worked closely with communications department to connect with national media to do television
interviews related to gun violence.
* Lobbied national and state congressional legislators to pass reasonable restrictions on gun
*Designed and implemented training programs on gun basics and how to engage gun owners for
*Did inspirational talks to grass roots volunteers in Washington state in their efforts to pass
legislation for background checks on all gun sales.
*Spoke at fund raising events.
Led the department in adding names of gun owners to data base? What? So what exactly is this Brady ‘Data Base’ that they’re adding names to? Why are they creating it? What is its purpose?
Inquiring minds want to know.
They aren’t the only ones. Could The Brady Bunch (and their fellow travelers) be conspiring to circumvent federal law by obtaining data which they then share with the federal government?
NAW. Not possible.
h/t Days of our Trailers
And Texas’ old one…
AND a federal one.
(and rather libertarian principles…)
I believe contracts between people (and corporations) should be voluntary in nature.
If your religion (or principles, or personal beliefs, or bigotry) coerce/convince you to not do business with someone because of their beliefs, or creed, or disability, or gender, or age, or sexual preference, et al, then, by all means, DON’T DO BUSINESS WITH THEM!
Be prepared to reap the attention of the Federal government.
Federal law already prohibits denial of goods or services due to a customer’s race, color, age, disability, or gender. (Thank you President CLINTON!) Why do States feel the need to rubber-stamp the federal law?
HOWEVER, I also believe, as they do in Texas, that businesses have to right to refuse service. Period. No explanation is necessary or required.
And THE MARKETPLACE will make the ultimate decision!
If a business excludes certain persons from engaging in contracts with them, then they will make less money.
More open businesses will prosper more.
Because there are more capitalists then there are bigots.
I’m certain there are more businesses ready, willing and able to do business with any customers brought to them by anyone with a wallet.
In Indiana, Arkansas, and Texas!
Imagine a world where government stays out of such things?
Why would I want to do business with someone who wishes to not do business with me? Just to force my agenda on THEM?
A pizza place in Indiana closed because of protests by persons who didn’t like their refusal to cater a gay wedding. Here’s a hint – go elsewhere!
And the pizza place received unsolicited contributions from freedom-loving folks (to the tune of over $450,000!)
Here an exemplar:
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IS KILLING US!
h/t Free North Carolina, The Blaze
You’d think that helping college students get an education sponsored by government would be a non-profit endeavor, wouldn’t you?
Government – finding ways to empty your wallet since the Whiskey Rebellion!
h/t Theo Spark
I’ve never liked referring to myself as disabled. Or the politically-correct differently-abled. Even now that the State and my private insurance have labelled me as such. I’m just uncomfortable so doing.
I haven’t even bothered to get one of those disabled license plates or mirror hangers. Other people need them more than I. :-)
I’m just me.
But, there are some things difficult and nearly impossible for me to do without some kind of assistance.
One of my ‘problems’ having a fused right hip (and imperfect right knee) is putting on socks. I have been known to perform a kind of modified hurdlers stretch, bending my leg back and reaching behind me with a sock one-handed.
not me, not even close!
Believe me when I say doing this isn’t quick, easy or comfortable.
Enter The Sock Thingy 2.0. This is the name I’ve given it.
Here is a simple device which kind-of extends my reach with an open sock! (Hey! It doesn’t dress me, but it makes things a little easier.)
One curls the black part into a sock, which holds it open, then dangles it to insert the foot in the opening, and pull up on the straps – viola’!
My only complaint is Sock Thingy 1.0 was made of thin plastic and terrycloth, and eventually broke. It was quite comfortable, but replaced with the 2.0. The 2.0 model is hard plastic. Much more durable, but less comfortable, too.
At least it helps!
(It occurred to me while dressing this morning that some others of you might have a need for such an aid(?)
FTC – neither Amazon or Duro-Med have given me anything. Put on your own socks!
I am continuing to fight a battle with my private health insurer (who provides me with 20% of my disability income) to keep them informed regarding my health status, medical records, whether or not I am employed or employable (I’m not).
Most recently, having turned 62, they have been after me to spell out my daily activities, pain levels, mobility and have my primary physician fill out forms in this regard.
Being a Last Minute Louie™, some of this has taken time, and I’ve been reticent to comply – disliking both the bureaucracy and intrusion.
It came down to the wire, and I sent in the proper letter, and my doc faxed in the required forms.
On February 21!
While they acknowledged receiving my letter, they said they never received anything from the doc – and made less-than-veiled threats.
SO, I took it upon myself to fax in the document.
I should have gone to Kinkos!
It took me two and a half hours to figure out Windows Fax and Scan was useless, and download another ‘free’ program, learn how to operate that, and get the material faxed.
I also sent a paper copy via snail mail – I’m no fool!
AND, of course, they may still decide to stop this part of my disability!
(Query – why, in this age of email attachments do so many places require things FAXED?)
antique fax machine
PITA, I’m tellin’ ya!