Today's happiness: Sir Paul. James Corden ran an extended episode of "Carpool Karaoke" in prime time tonight. An entire hour of Paul McCartney riding around with Corden, singing and giving us a tour of Liverpool.
At 76 years old, he's no longer the heartthrob of my girlhood. His hair is streaked with white. His voice is strained when he reaches for those high notes.
But he's still making new music. (New CD is released in early September.) And he's enjoying who he is. He accepts that he's what's left of "the act you've known for all these years." (Sorry, Ringo.) He handles the adulation with grace and ease. He appears healthy, happy, and energized.
When I think of rock's lesser lights who have fallen by the wayside, and of his peers (like John and Elvis), I am so happy I get to witness this stage in his life, his victory lap.
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Each day in August you are to
post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it
doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a
great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in
our lives, our communities, and the world.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
One step up, two steps back
But then Chase tells me that my mortgage payment is going up $150/month. It's escrow, reflecting an increase in my property value and famous Cook County taxes. I can pay this -- shit, I have to pay it, I have no choice -- but it will be a pinch. Just when I was figuring my budget was going to feel less pinched!
And then there's the Epipen shortage. I am allergic to bee sting. If I get stung and I don't get fast treatment, I could die. The Epipen I've been carrying in my purse is expiring on September 1. Last week, I called Walgreens -- the pharmacy chain preferred by my insurance company -- is completely out of Epipens and has no idea when they'll get more. I asked the pharmacist what he suggested I do. He told me not to bother with CVS, as they don't have any either.
OK, that's what I shouldn't do. But what should I do? After all, the one in my purse expires on September 1. Will neighborhood drugstores have a fresh supply in the next 10 days.
"I don't know."
I found a local, independently-owned pharmacy that had one in stock. One. They were nice enough to call my doctor and get my prescription, even though they know I'm kinda contractually-bound to Walgreens. But, because they aren't a preferred pharmacy, I have to pay a steep price.
Like $500.
Now that's a year supply. And it's $100 less than it would be without insurance. And I'm lucky to get one, because there's a drought in my area.
But this is $650 that I have to come up with ... NOW. $650 I wasn't planning on spending at all.
I'm 60, and I still don't have this money thing figured out. I guess that means I'm never going to have this money thing figured out.