And I do not like what is coming.
I’m talking about medical care. It is going to really suck when I get to the age that I require more medical care.
I was driving the wife to various appointments this week. It was an awful experience. There is no medical care. There are only specialists performing procedures. There is no coordination between specialists (unless they think a malpractice suit is in their near future).
You will have to be your own general contractor when it comes to your healthcare.
Here are the Deuce and Ace on Christmas morning:
To start thinking about apple pie…
That would be an interesting outfit to serve dessert on Thanksgiving…
Dan Jenkins Ten Stages of Drunkeness:
1. Witty and Charming
2. Rich and Powerful
5. Fuck Dinner
7. Crank up the Enola Gay
8. Witty and Charming, Part II
From Jenkins’ book Baja Oklahoma. A very entertaining read.
And the internet delivers:
The draft beers at the local Whole Foods.
and, Lakewood Growler
Both places are on the way to where we are having dinner tonight: The Greek Place on Lower Greenville. It’s BYOB at the restaurant. Always a good thing when broke.
We are going out to celebrate the birthdays of the Deuce and one of my 6 sisters-in-law. Here is the question in survey form with the appropriate answer:
My trips to Whole Foods do not involve all the customers being like those described in the article linked below, but there are certainly a significant percentage of them. The more pieces of metal hanging off various parts of their face, the more likely they are going to be an angry Whole Foods shopper. From the article:
The problem with Whole Foods is their regular customers. They are, across the board, across the country, useless, ignorant, and miserable. They’re worse than miserable, they’re angry. They are quite literally the opposite of every Whole Foods employee I’ve ever encountered. Walk through any store any time of day—but especially 530pm on a weekday or Saturday afternoon during football season—and invariably you will encounter a sneering, disdainful horde of hipster Zombies and entitled 1%ers.
They stand in the middle of the aisles, blocking passage of any other cart, staring intently at the selection asking themselves that critical question: which one of these olive oils makes me seem coolest and most socially conscious, while also making the raw vegetable salad I’m preparing for the monthly condo board meeting seem most rustic and artisanal?
Read the whole thing. I was amused.
I’m off to get a growler of Velvet Hammer on my way to the party.
This is around the corner from us:
It is about 15 feet long and about 10 feet tall!
Kind of odd for Dallas, don’t you think? I believe this is something from either South Florida or Southern California. It is pretty funny looking. The thing is huge and just dominates the entire block.
I’m sure the neighbors love it.