You love them since birth, get to know each other. Then you learn to rebel in your teens, hopefully go to college and it’s a new world.

You’re two-thirds their equal and then you have a career and are off to do great things with the degree you both bought.

Then you marry and have kids, whoops we missed that last one. We married late for both of us and only have a dog, and neither of my parents ever met our girl. She’s a requested visitor at his parents’ ranch. Best dog in the family. We got Zoe at a shelter at just six weeks of age and she’ll be eleven years old this month.

Just as I take care of my husband and dog it has been time over the past ten years to take care of my parents. Mom has been gone over six years and Dad is undergoing second opinion tests at a stellar hospital. They were there for me. I was there for my mother and always will be for Dad.

My husband is younger and his parents are in good health. He will help me assist Dad and I will be there for his parents and for him if ill health occurs.

I don’t want to make waves but the health care marketplace is not ours and paying in full for health care involves long waits on the phone and no answers, mainly because no-one picks up the phone at major health care companies. Imagine a health insurance company denying service to a full-paying customer. That’s another story, another day.

There are now two heavy, zippered notebooks. One for what is and the other for what might be. Swingline is now making crummy staplers but I’ve a hole punch and lots of dividers for health care, housing, tax deductions, insurance, utilities, et al.

Planning for life is just a little bit of it. Oh, while I’ve loved Swingline staplers for all my life, their products have failed miserably and I’ve had to go with a competitor. My new stapler arrives tomorrow. Our papers in my incredibly organized notebooks require essential items to be placed together for easy sorting. I need a stapler that works. Sorry, Swingline. Cheers! Dee


One response to “Parents

  1. Dog Zoe cleans the kitchen floor during our usual three-day cooking extravaganza every Thanksgiving. Her presence eliminates the need to vacuum twice a day. Her friendly countenance comes in second.

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