Sunday, December 08, 2013
Another Sunday night
Posted by: Marie at 9:14 PM |
Saturday, December 07, 2013
Heading into tonight's sunset, with birds.
* Final update on my identity verification crisis with healthcare.gov situation: I have health insurance for the first time in more than 15 years. I HAVE INSURANCE!
I really want to thank Senator Dick Durbin's Springfield office and Governor Pat Quinn's constituent services office for jumping on my situation and fixing the problem. I logged into my account tonight to find that my identity had been verified. From there, it was just a few minutes until I got a multitude of choices for insurance plans.
Thank you also to the Congress that voted for the Affordable Care Act. But thank you most of all to President Barack Obama for pushing hard to make what has become his namesake legislation into law and for standing hard against the nay-sayers. You've certainly taken a major drubbing over it, like no other politician for anything else we've ever witnessed. But, I firmly believe that history will prove that this was the right thing to do. Years from now, we will all look back and wonder what the fuss was about.
* Solstice bells. (Nice video.)
Posted by: Marie at 9:19 PM |
Friday, December 06, 2013
Friends and relations
* In the neighborhood.
Posted by: Marie at 10:14 PM |
Thursday, December 05, 2013
I've got a fever
Fourth and Washington.
* In the few days since I posted, my most recent entry about my adventures in getting my identity verified by healthcare.gov has been hit a thousand times (maybe thousands), and crawled by the Internet Archive on behalf of the Library of Congress.
* The next day, Sunday, I sent a fax to Senator Durbin's Springfield office asking for their help. On Monday, about noon, I got a nice voice mail message from someone there saying they referred my case to the governor's constituent services office, since it is more like their department (or words to that effect). He said they would be calling me that afternoon. I knew that was too fast, so I decided to give them a couple days. I'm going to start calling them tomorrow. I am not complaining. These are my people. I am their people (well, one of 'em). I am encouraged my identity verification will finally happen. Stand by for updates.
* Hello, homemade Braunschweiger, where have you been hiding from my life for the last 30 years.
* Rising with desire. It's my love Jones and I feel like I'm on fire. And I'll keep on keep on truckin', baby. I got to keep on truckin'..... (It's what we do. We don't give up.)
Posted by: Marie at 7:36 PM |
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Are you hanging up
This morning's fog.
Lines formed at service stations, and “sorry no gas” signs appeared; eventually, Nixon requested that stations voluntarily close from Saturday night through Monday morning. The Senate came eight votes short of passing a law that would have instituted gas rationing, and the order had already been given to print the coupon books.
I, too, remember this time. I was a senior in high school and at the beginning of my driving career. Due to overcrowding, Springfield high schools were on split shifts. Freshman and sophomores went to school from noon to 5:00, and juniors and seniors went from 7:00 a.m. to noon. Knowing me like I do, I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get up early enough every day to not only not be late, but to get the parking spot closest to the gym.
I had a green, used 1965 Olds F-85 four-door, which my dad dropped $150.00 on at the dealership where he was a mechanic. Of course, I had to pay him regularly weekly payments to keep driving it, which I happily did. (Many times over, probably.) That car had bench seats all around, one seat belt for the driver's seat and an AM radio. You had to turn the radio off when you turned off the engine, otherwise the radio would keep going and run the battery down (how would I know that). The car also had very loose steering and what we used to call pick-up (how would I know that),
We were all very aware of the OPEC embargo, especially since there was something on the news about it every night -- gas stations with "no gas" signs, gas lines around the block, plus the politics of it all. But I don't remember Springfield being as affected as the parts of the country they showed on the news. I do remember Illinois changing the highway speed limit from 70 to 55 mph about that time.
By December, because I was down to four classes, I got out of school at 11:00 a.m. The short school day allowed me to come home, watch a few game shows (I felt like Joe Garagiola was my friend), have lunch, then go to work as a counter girl at Lloyd's Cleaners at 12th and South Grand. And that is where I met the world.
* A stocking on your wall......... (Slade! 1973! This is your life!)
Posted by: Marie at 9:47 PM |