7 Quick Takes

 

1, 2 and 3: Alex’s school years begin. I was a little worried because he’s been giving me a lot of attitude about his new school. I knew full well that this was how he manifests anxiety about the change, but nonetheless, you can’t help but worry.

He came home from the first day of school sporting a bandaid on his knee, marker streaks on his knee, and an award for following directions in P.E. class. We haven’t heard any complaints since. 🙂

Things are a-changin’, because of school. We have to be there at 7:30 in the morning (!), and thus, I have more or less lost my 5:30a.m. blog time. Readjusting parameters. Stay tuned.

4. Stirring up the pot again…I want to add an addendum to my post on the national health care debate. My mom asked me, if families have to pay the total cost of therapies, where insurance companies don’t, what exactly that amounts to. Well, here is a portion of that picture, based on the statement we got in the mail yesterday. Insurance approved ONE 1-hour diagnostic speech therapy visit for Julianna this summer. The therapist’s company billed insurance a total of $500. Yes, I said FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS. The insurance company approved FIFTY. Now, I don’t know that this is the total picture, but as far as I’m concerned, this raises an awful lot of questions about the state of the health care industry–if insurers will pay fifty dollars for a service that the family would pay five hundred for. Or do companies bill ridiculous amounts, knowing they’ll get only a sliver? Do they have separate billing rates for families, then, or would we pay them $500 an hour? No matter how you look at it, this is SCREWED UP. If someone knows more than I do about this, I would love to be educated.

5. Click this link and scroll down to #6 to see a truly UNBELIEVABLE ALLIGATOR. (Hello, tick-tock crocodile!) All I can say is…WHOA. Maybe if we’d been paddleboating here, Alex’s fears wouldn’t have been so off-base!

6. I went to see my massage therapist last night. He discovered a whole new area of my body that can cause me excruciating pain on the table. Would you believe it was the palm of my right hand? Fortunately, my muscles have learned to be very compliant, and I only had to breathe through the pain for about a minute and a half, all told, before it eased off. And holy cow, the difference in typing this morning!

7. My strawberries, which yielded so beautifully this spring, are turning brown and dying. In consult with my grandmother, I have developed the theory that it is heat and moisture–we had so much rain this summer, in combination with such horrific heat (100+ heat indexes for weeks on end) that they got root rot. I also lost my baby sugar maple–all the leaves just up and turned brown and fell off one day–and my aspen, which I hav babied, has lost virtually all its leaves to a fungal infection. So am I just out of luck, starting over? Is there any chance they’ll bounce back next spring? Gardeners among you, please give me hope!