Remembering Y2Krazy

Can 2000 really be 10 years ago?! I remember being a kid and calculating how old I would be in (loud kid voice) the year 2000! — an unfathomable number of years away.  And let me tell you, for a math-challenged person like me, that took some serious timesin’ and gazinta-in’. I couldn’t imagine being 3o(mumblemumble)! (And I always calculated wrong, forgetting that I wouldn’t actually turn 30(mumblemumble) until October of 2000.)

And now here we are, 10 years older later…

My favorite memory of that mad “Oh my God is the entire electronic world going to stop?” panic relates to someone I knew who worked in IT at the corporate headquarters of a clothing chain. You know, the kind of store that sells clothes to teeny-boppers?

Everyone in the IT department, after having labored all year to fix whatever computer systems might be confused by turning over to 00, was on call that New Year’s Eve. If havoc should reign, they were going to get a call (I think they had recently been issued beepers!) to come into work and restore order. And they were instructed, in all seriousness, that if the police would have roadblocks up (given the reigning havoc), they were to tell the police that they had a critical job and HAD to get to their place of business.

So we imagined how that conversation might go:

Hello, officer. I really must get through this roadblock. It’s critical.

No, I’m not a first responder.

No, I don’t work for the gas company or water company or electric company.

No, I’m not a medical professional.

No I don’t have the secret code that un-launches the missiles.

But really, officer, I HAVE to get to work….we have JEANS to sell!”

Ahhh, retail.

I also remember buying an extra tank of propane in case we had no power and couldn’t use the stove — at least we could grill up some chicken and have a party!

But no, no calamities happened. I rang in the New Millennium with dear friends and Dick Clark, like many, many other New Year’s Eves — just as I will do tonight (minus Dick, I think).

Now the “oughts” will be over, just when it finally started to sound normal to hear the year referred to as “oh-something,” and we’ll be into the tweens. I’m more of an even-year person anyway, so I’m looking forward to good things in 2010. And maybe to partying like it’s 1999 all over again…only without the anxiety and extra propane.

Happy New Year to you and yours, and thanks for stopping by my little blog. (And thanks to God and Mother Nature for the gorgeous snow we woke up to this morning.)

A happy New Year! Grant that I
May bring no tear to any eye
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I’ve played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.
~ Edgar Guest

I will not get frustrated. I will not get frustrated. I will not…

I don’t want to either end the old year on a sour note or start the new year on one, so today’s a good chance for a little rant about everyone’s favorite topic…health insurance! And it can all go away tomorrow with my Happy New Year post.

Until then, I need to vent. I bit the bullet a couple months ago and abandoned my primo (so they tell me) individual HMO plan that I’ve had for the 10 years I’ve been self-employed and switched to a newly offered high-deductible plan. So instead of paying a lot every month, plus co-pays for doctor visits, for the privilege of not having to deal with coverage issues, I now pay much less a month (2½ times less!) but have to meet a $1200 annual deductible, then cost-share for another $1000. Even with all that, it still saves me $800 a year over my old plan, and makes me eligible to start a tax-advantageous Health Savings Account (HSA), so I went for it.

But of course, the glitches are already starting. Though my Member Handbook clearly states in 2 places that annual “routine” mammograms are fully covered, it seems my annual mammogram a couple weeks ago was coded as “diagnostic,” thus incurring a hefty charge. Given that my OB-GYN calls it diagnostic simply so the place will also do an ultrasound (due to higher risk/family history), I have little faith that I can get this corrected, even though it is in fact my annual “routine” mammogram.

Hey, I’m even willing to pay extra for the ultrasound, as I understand it’s not routine for most women, though it is for me. But I balk at having to pay for the same smash-your-boob-in-the-machine mammogram every other woman in my plan gets covered for free.

The really rant-y part: I’m sure NONE of these types of administrative/system issues that hurt well-meaning, premium-paying citizens like me are addressed in the mega-cost, mega-debt-inducing, tax-raising, rammed-down-our-throats-on-Christmas-Eve, so-called health care “reform” plan that is expected to raise the premiums of — or eliminate completely — the kind of high-deductible HSA-eligible plan I enrolled in specifically to save money and “have a better hand in my health” as my insurer likes to urge 10 times a day in commercials…

That felt good anyway. Deep cleansing ujjayi breath. Inhale for 5, pause, exhale for 5, pause.Repeat today’s mantra: I will not get frustrated. I will not get frustrated. I will not…

Better go keep working on that last part.

The trouble with always trying to preserve the health of the body
is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind.
~ G. K. Chesterton


Time it was, and what a time it was

We had a gorgeous 7″ snowfall over the weekend (not the blizzard other cities got) and it made everything so beautiful and Christmasy — including my mood. We also had dear friends over for our annual Christmas gift exchange, so the house is actually neat and orderly — for a couple more days anyway, if we work at it. PLUS, my sister and nephew arrived safely on Saturday, despite flight troubles unrelated to the weather, AND my brother and sister-in-law are in town for the week.

So, a good time to count blessings and capture a few picture-perfect points in time.

Notice the snapshots (mental or actual) that strike you today — I bet if you look, you’ll be surprised at how many you see, and how happy it makes you feel.

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you.
~ Simon & Garfunkel,” Bookends”

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