Does anyone know where I can find a summary of the gazillion-page healthcare reform bill? How is one to stay informed when government is so complicated? Someone’s editorial (whose? I don’t remember) complained that this “reform” just perpetuates the system that ties health insurance to employment. Which, it seems to me, would be missing the point. People with jobs don’t have health insurance problems, people without jobs do. Barack, are you helping the people without jobs? Please write.
While we’re talking, Barack, I’d like to point out that for a guy deemed “most liberal” in the Senate, you’ve been less-than-left in the your actions since becoming president. The repubs are going to hit you with spit and venom no matter what you do…may as well step out a little, eh?
My husband and I are a little late hopping on the refinancing bandwagon. Brad the Mortgage Guy tells us the rates bottomed out at 4.5%, and stayed there for three, maybe four minutes before ascending back into the fives. So I wish we’d jumped sooner, but no sense crying over spilled points. Is it unseemly to brag about one’s credit rating? Brad says we have the best credit rating he’s ever seen, but he gets a commision for our re-fi, so maybe he’s just shining us on. Is it unseemly to use too many cliches in one paragraph?
When you refinance your house, a guy called Shane the Appraisal Dude comes by. He wanders all over your property, outside and inside, snapping pictures and taking notes, looking much like someone casing the joint for a future planned jewelry heist. Well, sorry Shane, but there’s no jewelry to be had at the Rabbit house, unless you count my twelve-year-old’s collection of cheap earrings from Claire’s.
Now that said twelve-year-old has had a cell phone for a year or so, I’ve become accustomed to being able to contact her directly most of the time. Yesterday, I dropped her off at a one-week sleep-away camp that emphatically disallows cell phones. And I’m all in favor of a week without electronic gizmos, but I still wish she could text me a chirpy “all ok,” or even an “I’m FINE, quit BUGGING me.” I’m sure she’s fine. I just miss her.
It’s HOT here in Seattle, with temps in the 90s this week. And raindrops are not falling on my head. But my garden looks way better than I deserve, since I put very little time into it. Even the eggplant plant looks good, with hopeful flowers hanging all over it. Never have I successfully grown an eggplant, but perhaps this will be the year. The Year of the Eggplant. Think garlicky, parmesany thoughts for me, friends.