I finally got my first sick-pay check this week, plus, I sold a few things. As a result, I was able to take the missus on a jaunt to Amish country in Ohio. I think we both had an equally good time today, even though I didn’t do anything but keep the dog company and read a Backwoodsman magazine. It was a nice drive up and back and my wife managed to visit the places that she likes the best. Now that she’s older and wiser, she doesn’t try to visit every place possible, but takes her time instead. She even stopped back at the truck a couple times to rest her feet and visit with me and the Mighty Dachshund.
We had a nice lunch at Der Dutchman in Walnut Creek, though my food choices were slightly different than they were before my recent diagnosis. I think part of the allure of Amish country for us is that we remember when a few folks still farmed with horses, including my wife’s father. It’s like a return to our childhood, I guess.
A lot of the local farmers are Mennonite, though, instead of Amish, and they use tractors and such. They use herbicides, too, I think. I saw some specimens of weeds in some fields that could normally be used, or even sold, as medicinal herbs. However, I wouldn’t feel safe using herbs that came from a field that had been sprayed with herbicides and other chemicals. It seems like a waste to me that such volunteer plants are thus made unusable. It sort of made me think about the wisdom of eating food crops from that same ground.
That waste reminded me of an electric motor I’d squandered recently. (Don’t ask me why my mind made that connection.) I trashed the old ceiling fan in the kitchen last month, when the blades became cracked and unusable. Only AFTER the trash men had come did I realize that I shouldn’t have parted with an electric motor, especially one that had three speeds. I’d been thinking of making a sifter for cleaning woods dirt for my garden, and here I’d thrown away the perfect vibrator motor. “Too soon old and too late smart,” the “Pennsylvania Dutch” are reputed to say.
Coming home and checking the mail box, I got a letter from the state that says since I’m now getting $200 a week in sick pay, I’ll lose my medical card and all but $16 of the SNAP benefits I’d just been granted. No more visits to either my regular doctor or my heart doctor, I guess. I’m just too rich to afford them, along with the blood-thinner that will cost me $360 a month without the medical card.
Oh well, we had a good day, today. The b_st_rds can’t take THAT away from us! © 2015