Spring Waxing Awakening Moon
You’re traveling through another dimension — a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s a signpost up ahead: your next stop: deciphering Medicare! I’m not kidding here. Kate and I have given this day to determining a post retirement budget and one of the most difficult things to understand is not the cost of medicare, but just what goes with what. If the explanatory booklet that simplifies Medicare, from a local senior citizen organization, is any indication of what health care reform promises, God help us.
On the other hand this is an exciting time for both of us, investigating life when Kate no longer has work demands, figuring out the wonders of budgeting when such terms as dissaving begin to make sense. Dissaving is, you guessed it, spending money you’ve saved. That’s the basic idea in retirement unless you’re stuck behind the counter at Mac and Don’s with a silly hat and the smell of grease in your gray hair.
After a while we gave up and went to lunch. Then a nap. Now we’re refreshed and ready to get back at the budget process.
Say, did I mention that I’m proud of the Democrats? Damn. Gutsy politics. The last time we had truly historic reform came under a former senator, Lyndon Baines Johnson who gave us Model Cities and Civil Rights. Remember the Great Society? I do. Except for that pesky war in Vietnam Johnson was a great one.
