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Saturday, April 21, 2018

Weekend Reflections 4/21

Looking outside...it's clear. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. It's about 59 degrees.

Listening...to the Doctor. We took a getaway weekend to McCall. It's wonderful just being together.

Loving...this gorgeous weather. The drive up from Boise was lovely.

Thinking...that I love spring. And The Doctor. And our boys.

In my kitchen...I don't have a kitchen. I'm staying in a hotel. We had lunch at My Father's Place, which has the best burgers. Not sure what we're doing about dinner.

Wearing...black skirt, blue top and bare feet.

Reading...I haven't finished anything. 

Today...some work. Part of this getaway is to work on some ideas for the practice.

Quoting...“I have gone to [this bookshop] for years, always finding the one book I wanted - and then three more I hadn’t known I wanted.” ― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

Feeling...somewhat relaxed, but frustrated with this hotel's internet. It doesn't like interfacing with my laptop.

Planning...this next week. 

Gratitude...for my family. And for indie bookstores. 

From my world... 

We discovered the most wonderful little indie bookstore. If you're ever in McCall, you must stop by Barn Owl Books. It is a delightful place with an equally delightful owner. And a cat that is available for adoption. No seriously. I loved this store and I can't wait to go back.

What about you? What are you reflecting on this week? How has your week gone?

Friday, April 20, 2018

Childhood Favorites...Corduroy

Childhood favorites. Everyone has a favorite book or author from childhood. A book that touched them or changed them. A book that perhaps initiated their love of reading and put them on the path of libraries and learning.

Donald Zolan, Quiet Time.

Childhood Favorites is a monthly series focusing on beloved books from the past. 

A little bear, waiting desperately in a department store for someone to buy him and take him home. A little girl who instantly loves him, but her mom says, no and points out that he is missing a button on his overalls. Corduroy believes that if he can find his button, then someone will buy him, so that sweet little bear searches the department store that night looking for his button.

And then, the next morning when that darling little girl comes in and buys him and takes him home and sews a new button on his overalls.

Who doesn't love Corduroy? If you say that you don't, I'm not sure we can be friends.

Corduroy is a heartwarming, sweet story about acceptance and love. I grew up reading Corduroy and so did my children. Corduroy is timeless.

What about you? What is one of your childhood favorites?

Thursday, April 19, 2018

#CoverCrush: The Lost Castle

I will freely admit that I judge books by their covers. The cover is usually what first captures my attention when browsing Goodreads or Netgalley. Actually, in all honesty, it isn't just usually, it's pretty much all the time. The cover determines if I look at the synopsis and reviews.

The blossoming trees evoke spring. The shaded pathway invites a slow, ambling stroll among the trees. Who is lost? What is found at the end of this walk? 

What about you? Any book covers capture your attention this week?

Cover Crush is a weekly series that originated with Erin at Flashlight Commentary. If you want to check out some other terrific bloggers and what their Cover Crush posts look like, you can do that here: The Maiden's CourtFlashlight CommentaryA Bookaholic SwedeLayered PagesA Literary Vacation.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Weekend Reflections 4/14

Looking outside...it's cloudy and overcast. Crisp, but not cold. We have had rain this week and everything is green.

Listening...to the the family. The Boy is at work. The Artist is on his computer. The Doctor and I have been talking.

Loving...time spent with friends. We met some good friends for dinner last night and had a delightful evening laughing and visiting together. 

Thinking...that I love that our boys like each other. Today, before The Boy went to work, he and The Artist went shopping to find some sneakers and then they went to see Ready Player One together. 

In my kitchen...Crio Bru. We are going out to dinner after Stake Conference.

Wearing...black skirt, purple top, bare feet.

Reading...I haven't finished anything. 

Today...some errands. Some laundry. Stake Conference tonight and tomorrow. I need to pay bills.

Quoting...“The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed.” ― Granny Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum by Terry Pratchett.

Feeling...tired. The fact is, I am weary. I am tired of working in a field that is depressing and so very, very broken. The Doctor asked me how I would fix it. And honestly? I don't know. I do know that I don't want government run healthcare because that would be like Medicare and Medicaid and it is never beneficial for providers to work with either organization.

I have no problems paying for healthcare or health insurance. But, I expect to get the care I need. Not to be nickel and dimed, not to have some things covered and other things not. Not to have some spawn of Satan who sits in a gilded tower decide if my care or procedure should be covered or how much of a bill they will actually pay to us as providers.

I grew up in the Kaiser system in California and I miss those days. You paid a premium each month and you got the care you needed. Our son was born under that system 20 years ago and his open-heart surgery was covered. Totally and completely. We didn't receive extra bills and threats of bankruptcy or collections. I know that the Kaiser as I knew it has changed now, but boy do I miss those days.

I know that some of those who want universal healthcare expect that it will simply be free. That they will walk into a hospital or doctor's office and get what they need without paying anything. That is a fallacy, but it is perpetuated. Universal healthcare certainly won't help those doctors who are in this work because they care. It won't help them pay their bills. You might not believe me, but not all of us live extravagant lives and exhort high prices from their patients or insurance companies.

We are like you. We have our own bills and our own struggles. We like putting food on our tables. But, we don't have salaries. We don't have a guarantee of what we will earn each month. I know what I bill, but I don't know what will get paid by the all-mighty insurance companies and I don't know if patients will actually pay theirs.

Our system is broken and with our current political climate, I do not see answers coming or a solution that will actually help people.

So while I like our patients and I enjoy seeing them and I love watching them leave our office feeling better, I am weary of all of the drama and frustrations and brick walls that we run into trying to help people feel better.

Planning...this next week. 

Gratitude...for my husband and sons. I say that a lot, but it's true. They are my world. They are amazing. 

The Artist came home this week and told me about a situation that had happened at school with some boys who were being mean. He explained how he hadn't been in a position to stop the action, but he had stayed behind to make sure the boy in question was ok. We talked about what he could do and the next day he talked to the boy and found out his name and then talked to his teacher who said he should report it. And he did. 

I am so proud of my children because both of them look out for other people and when they recognize a need, they act on it. I have seen The Boy reach for his wallet when the person in front of him in a store is a few dollars short to pay for their groceries. He has often given rides to girls from work because they would have been waiting outside, in the dark, late at night waiting for their rides to show up. I have seen The Artist ask if someone needs help and seen him give service to others.

They are becoming good men. They give me hope.

From my world... 


What about you? What are you reflecting on this week? How has your week gone?