Category Archives: Editorial

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Will Ferrell

I’m going down the cliff to my forest, and in the creek will be an Old Milwaukee! Leave it to you to put the millionaire ads to shame by doing your own thing.

Many years ago I “reserved” a table at our local beanery, yes, they served beans in the 1930′s for a nickel and people lined up around the block. When we went, it was usually for birthdays and we all had corned beef and cabbage on rye with Gulden’s mustard, and quarts of PBR on the table.

I called to make a reservation for 12 at noon. They told me they don’t take reservations. I said “It’s Dee.” We showed up, the table was set and PBR’s were already there.

Thank you, Will Ferell, I’ve always loved your comedy and this shows it even more. Dee

Paperwork

Even in this “paperless” society, we still have paperwork galore. We have a printer we don’t use often. All bills are paid online through our bank.

The other day I realized that with all the upheaval a certain online discount retailer’s layoffs caused us last month I misplaced my husband’s online car registration renewal postcard. It was due January 31. I realized late afternoon on Feb. 2 and checked everywhere for the notice but it was not to be found. I drove over there first thing the next morning and paid and got the sticker and we were OK. I brought passports, old registrations, everything I could find including insurance info. They just wanted a check, the first one I’ve written in years.

Now the company that fired 25% of their IT staff last month they gave us one sheet of paper with what we needed to do. Most of it was incorrect, or outright lies. Like you can’t call to find out what COBRA costs until AFTER your health insurance has ceased to be in force.

After three years of employment they gave us proof of health insurance with an 8-month gap! The person I talked to on the phone said she was only able to vouch for our HSA, not the PPO we had before when that same company was handling the books. That took at least 1/2 day in phone calls and tracking and they got it down to two months gap, then thanks to my perserverence and that of one dedicated employee, to none so we will be mailed proof we’ve paid and received coverage for three years so we may be able to get insurance elsewhere.

No-one cares what a laid off person goes through, especially this company, for which my husband worked for nearly three years and he got two weeks severance and cannot work for competing companies for 18 months. How are we supposed to live? Just doing your paperwork takes at least four hours per day.

I still don’t have a handle on life insurance or COBRA. But every item on the list has been wrong or is designed to fool the laid-off person. I’m nearly there but most people don’t have someone like me on their “payroll.” I also cook dinner, do laundry, walk and feed the dog, and clean the house. The other day I made a big breakthrough on one issue, and to celebrate, I cleaned the toilets!

Perhaps I should have a consulting business for the pre-executive tier that has a team of lawyers and accountants and me, negotiating to make sure life goes on while a six-figure guy or gal is laid off and has to concentrate on getting the next gig. Guys who want to sit at home and re-watch the games need not apply.

My file is three inches deep, just in issues from the past month, all paper. One issue I had to deal with had telephone operators hang up on me over 12 times, send me to a sex line and then to India. That was a tax matter that was created by the people who brought us here for this last job three years ago.

We’ve been through layoffs before, and know how to move anywhere. It’s a complicated game and takes more than one to play it. We’ll do okay and land on our feet and won’t ever buy any more of your sheets. Cheers, Dee

The Cat who Saved Me

I’ve always wondered why I’ve had a penchant for rescue dogs and cats. I think it started with the dog we adopted when I was eight years old and we moved to the country. She was an outdoor dog we had shaved every summer to prevent burrs and we let her into the basement at night but never really had much to do with her.

That summer my sister went off to camp and had a great time, then I was slated to go for a week at what we called Why Camp in the Weeds (of course it was Y Camp in the Woods). The weather turned and it was 40 degrees at night in the summer and rained all day and we had forced hikes.

First, I was sent by my leader to sweep the tent. Our 14 year-old Junior Leader was having sex with a boy from the camp across the lake but I thought he was assaulting her so asked for help. She made my life miserable from that day on.

Then one night I was the one in the cheapest sleeping bag possible, and froze every night except this was the worst. Finally I went to sleep and awoke warm and happy to be there. Then I found out there was a critter in my bag. The gals eased down the zipper in case it was a raccoon or possum and it was a kitten!

My savior! And I was his/hers. It must have been feral but it found me so I’ve helped spay/neuter and make sure ferals are taken care of for years, even in other countries. I always wondered when it started, and that was the day.

Until then I only had my girlfriend Sheila in the cot near me, and the promise of two Peppermint Patties for a total of ten cents once a day, and knowing I had an hour to nap or write a postcard to my family 30 minutes away. That kitten saved us both from frostbite and it was not an accident, it was fate and even though I didn’t know why, I was always grateful and give back. Cheers, Dee

Soapbox Time

Grab a seat and a cuppa Joe. The Susan G. Komen Foundation, which seems to exist solely to raise money, has cut funds to Planned Parenthood to provide mammograms to poor women.

Until now this billion dollar foundation has provided over 800,000 mammograms for poor women at Planned Parenthood locations each year.

Since our soon-to-be-kinged Republican candidate has made it clear he doesn’t care about the needs of poor people (or the middle class, when he says $400K a year in speaking fees is pocket change) who is looking out?

I’ve always believed and have counseled non-profits to be mission-based, and have helped them revisit that mission every decade or so. Are you a community theater? Or are you concentrating on selling high-end coffee and sweets during intermission?

Our mission is to … eradicate cancer as a life-threatening disease… So what about donating nearly one million mammograms to Planned Parenthood goes against that mission? Now you say it’s because they’re “under investigation.” They may be, but only in states who hate that they give women choices.

Perhaps I might change the mission statement: “It is our mission to do whatever is politically convenient, waffle to see where the winds will blow in a national election, keep raising money and decide to do what we want with it when things are settled.” Perhaps we will keep breast cancer in our mission. We’re still thinking about that. Right now we’re going to go raise some more money.

There’s a new skate park we’re thinking of funding, and we’ve found a time share place in Florida that could help us raise some money. Bake sale, anyone? Anyone? Here’s to wonderful non-profits who get too big for their … bras, Dee

Blame it on the Professor

There’s a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we’re often told, “seek and ye shall find”
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind

Yes, that intro from my American Musical Theater prof ended up to be “Someone To Watch Over Me” that has been sung by many greats, but I was introduced to it by Linda Ronstadt and the Nelson Riddle arrangements that are just gorgeous.

Over ten years my husband has been looking after me, as has our dog who herds me all day and sleeps on our bed at night. I like to think I take care of them, too.

It’s funny, after all these decades when my mother read The Feminine Mystique and we actually trapped my anti-feminist uncle in a limo for 90 minutes with Bella Abzug en route to the airport, that I’m now a feminist homemaker.

My mother was always disappointed in me, before I was even born but she’s gone now and I still feel the hurt. But it really bothered her when I married and we moved a few times and I no longer brought in money to my household.

The professor taught us the songs but tested us on these strange intros, and you wouldn’t believe some of the unpublished lyrics of Cole Porter! Even if I don’t have one on iTunes, I listen to these songs in my head every day. Of late, they’ve been making a racket.

My husband is dealing with the grain bin and I’m stuck at the other end of the cow, picking up. I hear (rip) Etta James, Linda Ronstadt, Joan Baez, PPM and CSNY and others as I pick up and they carry me on. Now my fingers are shredded because of the lack of oxygen and humidity up here so all I do is hydrate my guitar.

What I’m learning is that music can take you through. Judy Collins is sold out but The Kingston Trio, and Jackson Cash will be here soon. It’s  a small venue and it’ll be great to see the Sundance folks re-absorbed into LaLa land and NYC and out of here. Only 8,000 people live here yet every taxi service and limo service has been in town for days.

One guy rummaged to the back of the Whole Foods coffee aisle. He wouldn’t move his arse or his cart for a long time. We call him a SPIB (Slave to People In Black). But his butt was just more important than letting us get by. I wanted to stand there, seeing how long it would take. I’m sure my husband the physicist and software engineer, twice his size, wanted to take him out just because he was driving me nuts but he’s a pacifist.

Then it was over and clueless SPIB never even excused himself for being in our way. That’s the privileged part of the mountains. People know they’re more important than everybody else and lord it over everyone for a few days then leave us alone. Lordy, Lordy, I’ve truly become a local!

And whether it was my Dad, or my husband, I’ve always had someone to watch over me and for that I’m eternally grateful. With love and generosity, Dee

Just one of Those Days

What a glorious lazy weekend it was. My husband even got up early to take out the dog, both days (he’s usually the night person and I do the remainder of the walks).

Now it’s back to the grind and hopefully things will solidify this week and we’ll know what we’re doing. Fingers crossed, Dee

Utah “Snow Job”

We were brought here under false pretenses, packed up everything and left our home, then found out that my husband was only on a two week trial. No-one bothered to tell us that my high-tech software geek of a husband who I dearly love was on the chopping block in two weeks. He didn’t know then, went on and was hired full-time but that soured us on the people who brought us in when all of his buddies commiserated.

Nearly three years later he was part of 1/4 of the IT staff that got canned nearly a month ago. Keep trying to get companies in here, Utah. Keep trying to get talent from other states and countries. But you let these companies hire then fire hordes of people and do nothing to keep talented, especially IT, people around for the other companies you’re bringing in. That’s a big mistake. Bring me in and I’ll tell you why.

You promise low taxes and all kinds of building subsidies but when companies have mass layoffs what do you do? Deny unemployment for those who never took a week of vacation in three years because they were too busy on a project. My husband and I have never taken more than two long weekends per year over three years and he even took the overnight shift for the holiday week last year, only to be fired the second day back.

Why the second day? Because the first day the chairman of the company waited for his minions to come up with a list of people to let go while he cashed in over $3 million in stock before it tanked as the layoffs were announced.

There are many talented people in UT who’ve been laid off and need work. No-one in Utah wants to help us stay here and now we’re being penalized for never taking a vacation. Even a little bit of what we’ve put in over many years would help now but we’re denied so we will have to leave the state and the income we bring to the state every year will go as well.

Also, you’re after us right now because of an error on our taxes and demanding payment immediately, nearly our entire refund from 2009, right after the layoff, Up ’til now I thought living in Utah was a blessing, now I’m thinking of it as a curse.

Sometimes in troubled times, a government has to look at other than bringing in business, and consider retaining talent. We are mobile, love it here but will go elsewhere in a heartbeat. You don’t know what you’re losing as your businesses decline and lay off many talented people. Not cheerily, Dee

Nine Years

The other evening I was working on things at my “desk” and Jim was about to take the dog out. I looked at the date and it was January 25th.

Our ninth wedding anniversary. We were so embroiled in the tasks of the day and completely forgot! I understand him forgetting, but I forgot as well and that’s not a good thing.

We hugged for a moment in the hallway, memorializing the day we promised to be together forever, then he took the dog out for a walk. Then instead of making dinner, he ordered pizza and picked it up for us. What a sweetheart. I mean it!

Perhaps we’ll be in a better place emotionally, financially, job-wise for our 10th anniversary next year. Remembering our families and the folks that were with us nine years ago thank you all and we’ll be more focused next year! Cheers, Dee

Road Trips

I had the VW and was told not to go outside my college territory, but I strayed. A friend I met the first day of orientation asked me to take him home so he could introduce me to the girl he said he would marry, and did. I charged gas in New Jersey and my parents found out. So I only had the car for a semester, thanks W.

Another was after college and there was a problem with the VW I had again for some reason. My roommate and I, colleagues both working for the legislature, and we filled up with gas, $5.30 I recall, and it ran out in 50 miles. Luckily I got her home OK and made the last two hours without incident.

Traveling to Albany NY I took the mountain route in an ice storm. Not a smart thing with no snow tires or AWD. I finally had to stop and get solid ice off my headlights. Another VW. I’m sensing a pattern here.

On a good note we took a long drive through NY State, Canada and Vermont with my husband and his parents several years ago. Jim’s father is consumed with Civil War readings so I wanted to give him more fodder, the Revolutionary War. The theme was war, water, and I sneaked in womens’ suffrage.

We started with them in the Civil War suite in a B&B, courtesy of my Aunt L, then drove to see my cousins and uncle in Toronto. Then I drove and narrated a trip through Ft. Ticonderoga and my father-in-law even got to work the first lock on the Erie Canal. That was a terrific road trip.

Driving out west was not a good one. With two cars and a dog we finally found out what “high plains” mean. It means you’re at nearly 9,000 feet above sea level and cross the Continental Divide several times and can’t breathe. I could not stay awake. When we finally came down to 6,400 feet (a block from where we now live) we all crashed before starting up the next day to find a place to live, where we are now, and starting work. After packing up our lives and driving across country, we found out later that the recruiter had lied to us and that my husband was only on a two-week “trial basis.” Luckily they liked him but didn’t a few weeks ago when he was let go with 25% of the IT department.

When I was very young my parents would put us in our PJ’s at 4:00 in the morning and we’d drive many hours to a beach. In later years we had to be dressed the entire trip, in dresses. I finally convinced my parents to let us wear matching shorts and shirts in the car and change 1/2 hour before we arrived at our destination. We always enjoyed our vacations, and in later years not being confined in church clothes for a 14-hour trip.

A year ago my husband and I did a whirlwind trip through Jackson and the south end of Yellowstone. If we stay, perhaps we can do more trips to see the natural beauty of where we live.

Many trips I remember were not car journeys, more on that later. Y’all take care, Dee

Songs

Everything is more acute now that my husband and I are together 24/7 under stressful circumstances. I switch in my head from the lovely Etta James’ “At Last,” Linda Ronstadt/Nelson Riddle “Someone To Watch Over Me” to Peter, Paul and Mary’s “That’s What You Get For Lovin’ Me.”

Perhaps I always had songs in my head but now they’re overt and different medleys several times a day. One is Joan Baez’ haunting Waltzing Matilda/Gallipoli.

I can’t remember the rest right now but will take requests! Songs of love and loss, death and dismemberment will give way to happier thoughts. They’re beautiful songs and my mother always said I had a penchant for dirges, after all she named me after Deirdre of the Sorrows.

In the meantime we have much to do and keep busy all day not spending money. Perhaps this weekend we can afford to go to the movies, matinee, of course, to see what the real world is doing. And it’s waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, Dee