CALL FOR PHOTOS
Just a reminder. I need y’all to send in your Pony photos, so that they can be featured in an upcoming post. Don’t be bashful.
My own Pony is out under tarps in Gene’s Garage right now awaiting warmer weather…hmmm, I didn’t think about it, but the next few days are going to be in the 60’s. I may need to get out there. If nothing else, the old boy is a bit muddy from the riding we did around the holidays, so a little clean-up might be in order. Don’t block him in, Gene.
As often happens, several days go by between when I start one of these posts and when it’s finished. So, I can report that it wasn’t in the 60’s on Monday, it was in the 70’s and the Pony did get washed. Here’s the proof. Also note the new side panel is now in place.
Photo Credit to Gene.
This week I started reading a book titled The Art of Memoir, so if you notice any change in my writing in the months ahead, you can blame it on a different author, Mary Karr. Already I think I’m going to have a problem; she says in memoir writing that one really shouldn’t lie. Well poop, what fun is that. If I can’t remake history to suit me I’m not so sure I’m interested. Anyway, watch out for anything strange (I mean more strange than usual) working its way into the blog.
I don’t write as much about donuts as I used to, reason being, I don’t get any. You’ll recall, there just are no good donuts available nearby anymore. Don’t feel sorry for me though, I’m still eating loads of bakery goods. I like to drive over to the Guglehupf Bakery in Durham, and buy their stuff now. But they make fancier things like stollen, Danish, cream puffs and schnecken. What’s a schnecke you ask? The German word schnecke means snail, which is what an almond croissant looks like if instead of letting it bake on a sheet it’s baked while stuffed in the cup of a muffin pan. Mmmm, those babies are goo-oo-ood.
But the reason I bring up donuts is really only to get to the subject of the “donut hole,” not the edible kind, but the Medicare prescription drug insurance plan kind. The donut hole is the $1540 coverage gap one reaches after $3310 in drug costs have been paid. After the coverage gap, you’re “home free,” as your costs drop to “zilch.” Now you’re thinking, certainly bike-riding, health-conscious, schnecke-eating (oops) Bruce would not be needing any drug so expensive as to land him in the dh (does not mean designated hitter). To that thought I would say, ha, what you don’t know!
For a number of reasons, too boring to mention here, I am about to start taking a drug for osteoporosis that costs $2350 per month! Once again you’re thinking, but he doesn’t have to pay that amount does he? Just a co-pay, right? And this time you’d be right. I only have to pay a 33% co-pay, which translates as $780. You know how when you buy a new car, right away you start noticing other cars of your type on the road? Well, right away when I saw $780 I started thinking of other things that cost much. Like the new gas range we bought last year, $799. Or last night on QVC, they were selling Dell Laptop computers. A nice, big, 17-inch Dell laptop, with the Microsoft 10 operating system, you guessed it $779! Or how about my estimated annual cost for this drug coming in at around $4100. Jeez, that’s almost exactly what the entire Pony restoration has cost.
I tell you what! My insurer and I are going to swallow that donut hole so fast we won’t even get to taste it. I’ll be spit-out the other side into the “cat coverage” as fast as John Cusack was through that worm hole in Being John Malkovich. I could tell as I was talking to the lady at CVS Caremark, the drug supplier of my insurer, that she didn’t really want to tell me what my cost of the drug would be, but sheepishly she finally did. I could just envision her removing her head-set and waiting for me to blow my stack, but as I’d been forewarned about the cost, I didn’t lose my cool. I just read-off the numbers from my new credit card (yes, second new card in 12 mos., this time a supposed data breach). I didn’t actually laugh on the phone, but when the lady asked me if I’d like some alcohol wipes, “free,” to go with the prescription, by golly I thought, woo-hooo there’s the silver lining. FREE ALCOHOL WIPES, YIPPEE!
Another upside, the regimen calls for only taking this drug for one year. By then I guess you’re supposed to have gained all the benefit from it that you can. I’m sanguine about this whole business. When I called the non-profit that helps cover co-pays, the voice prompts went approximately like this. Press 1 if you have “this kind of cancer,” press 2 if you have “that kind of cancer,” press 3 if you have HIV/AIDS, and it went on like this until I’m pretty sure the ninth choice was osteoporosis. So, you bet, I’m incredibly thankful that I could push voice prompt 9. Then too, when I spoke with a very helpful lady and found out that I make too much money (but believe me, not way too much) to get any help, I was not overly “bummed,” but then, the next time someone offers me a donut hole, watch out.
Happy Ground Hog Day everyone, and thanks for reading.