Thursday, May 29, 2014


I received a letter yesterday from my primary care physician announcing that she has joined a medical group practicing solely within her specialty.  This means she will no longer see her patients for whom she has served as gp.  My records will be transferred to a practice conducted by an individual of whom I have never heard.  Of course, I have the option to select another provider.

Since I had visualized our relationship continuing until she signed my death certificate a couple of decades in the future, my first thought was that I had been "fired."

I am so selfish.  It is not about me.  It is a choice she is making for her benefit, as well as for the benefit of those who will need her services in her area of specialization.  Too, I recognize that she is considerably older now than I was when I laid aside my work entirely.  She is entitled to retire, should she so choose, and certainly she is entitled to lighten her terribly heavy work load.  It is a credit to her love for the community that she has chosen to continue practicing at all.

I wish you well, Dr. Mary.  

Now to find a doctor.  Anyone know a good geriatrician?

Monday, May 26, 2014


Once in a great while, one gleans something from tv that is worthwhile.  Case in point, a line from a "Criminal Minds" rerun expresses my sentiments exactly:
Progress is a wonderful thing; it has just gone on too long.
I am not a Luddite, have no urge to smash things with a sledge hammer.  Usually.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Ford Ain't What She Used to Be

Mrs. W and I bought a car.  It takes two days to buy a car.  Yes, it does.  It may take much longer than that to learn to use it, even though those days included a session with a computer techie, in-car instruction, which of course I didn't remember by the time the tires were rolling along the pavement.

So, they sent us home with Owner's and User's manuals totaling 556 pages, plus a twelve-page "quick guide."  And.  And a web address where further information and instruction may be obtained. Seriously?  Yes, it is true.

I haven't read a 556 page book since Michener died.

All I really wanted was a reliable carriage with four wheels and luggage space sufficient to haul a few groceries for the spouse to drive to and from the market.

We didn't buy a car, we bought a computer with speakers, and lights, and bells and whistles.  And I am notoriously inept with that technology.

But I suspect the Missus will soon enough be rolling merrily along, chatting with her new vehicle!  Of course it talks.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Digital World Goes Around the Bend

Retro iPhone with Rotary Dial

$0.99 iPhone App Creates A Working Old-Fashioned Rotary Dial Phone on Your iPhone.

Yet another example of what goes around comes around.  And around, and around.

Children and their toys.