This pic isn’t Louisville, where the fair ended Sunday, but it’s a good ’nuff stand-in. On reflection, don’t you think it may be several decades old? It’s certainly no longer rare to have a stretch of mid-90s in late August almost anywhere in the U.S., so while the Dog Days of Summer used to be between July through mid-August, because they were tied to the appearance of the Dog Star Sirius, now everything is up for grabs. Today’s dew point in da’ Ville is destined for 62. Yes, just like San Miguel, I carry my parasol and a fan.
Unlike my previous whining self in Louisville though, this time I’m not crumbling under the heat. San Miguel’s sun hardened me. You wanna feel hot?
Puleeze, people, this is just sultry.
It’s doctor week!
I now have a General Practitioner who promptly scheduled me to see four Specialists in, you guessed it, four widely separate locations. Oh, did I mention that Louisville is a car culture?
I investigated getting financed for a 50cc motor scooter, but my credit score is too low. Sigh. For the moment, as I scheme…
So, the city has a mediocre public transit system but at least the buses are air conditioned. I already have my elderly person’s card so I can ride at .80 cents, rather than the usual $1.75.
If you aren’t old, disabled, or a student you have to pay the $1.75 which buys you a transfer good for four hours. If you don’t have exact change you’ll have to put two dollar bills into the machine. The city doesn’t give you your quarter back. I think we should give da’Ville props for robbing the citizenry outright rather than pussy-footing around, eh?
By luck of the draw my first specialist is a Dermatologist on Wednesday. I expect to be cauterized, frozen and/or perhaps sliced at some point,so I plan to take a valium an hour prior to the visit. The best thing is that I’ll be able to understand the doctor.
Friday it’s a Urologist.
But how boring, eh? Perhaps more exciting is the fact that I now have a social services caseworker. Although I worked with a lot of clients who had caseworkers, I’ve never had one of my own and I’m curious to see the system from a personal perspective. After my induction interview by a tired, pleasant and overwhelmed woman at Kentucky’s Center for Family & Children, I’ve learned that I qualify for $16.00 a month in food stamps. THAT my friends is what growing old enough and broke enough will getcha if you play your cards right, and I must say it’s a welcome addition to the budget.
You may think this is small potatoes, but ta da!
I also qualify to get that $104.90 Medicare Part B premium paid by the feds. My social security is just * * much under the cut-off point of $1257. Whee! That’s $120.90 additional income which I think we can all agree won’t cover the cost of a Medigap policy, but could potentially chew it on the chin.
Today I have to catch the bus to the library so I can print off the proof that I have no hidden assets in the Caymans.
I AM the 99%!