Yo Yo Cho Cho

I am frustrated with health insurance. Since my husband has gone onto Medicare I need to COBRA myself onto his old healthcare plan. Being proactive, I started this process in May. It took six weeks for the plan to locate a form I faxed in 4 times. Finally they entered the correct information so I could move on to step two. On June 26 I faxed my COBRA application into the union and was told that a coupon book would be sent so I could pay. Yesterday when I still had not received a book, I called the union. I was told that they never received  the form even though I have a fax confirmation. As of today I have no insurance. I went to my son's house last night and faxed another form. I am waiting until 9am to call again check on whether or not they received it. I know it will work out, but in the meantime I am frustrated and would rather not have to spend time doing and redoing a simple task. The reason this blog is titled yo yo cho cho is because every time I call the union they ask what language I want to speak. They offer English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese and Japanese. When they ask you about Chinese, the woman goes through the disclaimer in Chinese and says, "Yo yo cho cho", which means 1199. Maybe if I spoke to someone in Chinese they would get the job done right.

Milking It

There are two types of people in the world. One that goes through unpleasant situations strongly and the other that milks it to the last drop. Since pool season has begun I have been seeing a neighborhood woman a few days a week. She is nice but nutty. She is the kind of person that makes summer entertaining but I would never choose as a winter friend. Even though I am older, I call her a "camp friend". It seems that in May she had a surgical procedure on her breast. Everything was fine and she had a few stitches. I had the same surgery in 1995 and went home and made macaroni and cheese for dinner. She has not stopped talking about her breast to anyone that passes by. Pardon the pun, but she is milking her breast surgery. According to her, she cannot swim, walk, exercise, lift, drive, hug, cook, etc. It was minor day op, nothing serious. She is using this surgery to get attention and sympathy. I am now keeping a count of how many times the word breast can be put into a conversation. "It is sunny out". "My breast cannot have sun on it". "Today is Tuesday". "Tuesday is the day my breast was operated on". "My birthday is in June". "June was one month since my breast surgery". I am not kidding. This is how her breast is slipped into every conversation. I am waiting to see how long it takes for someone to tell her to stop the breast obsession.

Efficiency

I like efficiency. I hate procrastination. Sometimes I am called a nag. The only reason why I nag is because if someone did what I asked the first time, I would have no need to repeat it. When I am asked to do something, it is done right away. With technology the way it is, people will email or text a request. Sometimes the email or text is not received so the task is not done. Then there is the discussion of why it was not done. Too many words and too much effort has gone into one small request. All I want is to have what I ask done in a timely manner.

July 4th

Today is the Fourth of July. It is also known as Independence Day. To some people it is "Do Stupid Sh*t and Pay For It The Rest Of Your Life Day". Later in the evening people who have no expertise in pyrotechnics will line up packets of gunpowder and set them on fire. Some will be lucky and walk away. Others will not be lucky and go immediately to the emergency room. They will suffer burns and the loss of fingers. Then they will act surprised as if they had no idea this could happen. I will be sensible and stay in my house watching television.

Summer in the City

We are back home after a lovely weekend. Vacations usually end at the Throggs Neck Bridge. We drove through winding roads in Rhode Island and quiet roads in Connecticut. We cruised on I-95 all the way through until we hit the exit for the bridge. The car came to a halt and we inched our way home. We knew that the vacation was done and we would have to shift gears and get back into city mode.

Elegant

The wedding was last night. The only word I have for it was elegant. The weather held up enough for an outdoor ceremony. The bridal party looked beautiful and my granddaughter walked down the aisle like a little lady. The bride was stunning. After the ceremony there was a cocktail hour with cheeses and pass around tasty bites of food. The meal was delicious and was followed by an ice cream sundae bar. The best part of the evening was watching my granddaughter dance. She has a sense of rhythm that made her dancing beautiful. She opened up the dance floor and did not stop celebrating until late at night. She was a pink dancing princess. The baby was a tiny pink fluff of energy. I had the best night.

Newport

We are in Newport for a wedding. The drive was a smooth one and up until the last few miles things went smooth. Google decided to send us north instead of south, but after a few miles we realized the error and turned around. The rehearsal dinner was in a courtyard in an elegant hotel and the food was delicious! I played with my older granddaughter all night and looked after my younger one for a short time. Today my job will be taking care of the baby so her parents can be part of the wedding party.