Lots of running around with NPR 1290 on the radio– not so much paying work. I’ve got to do something about that, but I love what I’m doing. The more I learn about navigating the tangled mess of the various insurances– fiendishly complicated codes and requirements invented by bored office workers who wish they were nurses and want to punish us for having a fun job– the more material I will have for my novel. Whenever I get an idea for one and have time to take another writing class. Maybe I’ll stick to short stories.
I have been watching the Fukushima disaster, and want to write more about that, but locally a lot is happening. The Providence Police did fine work in getting the evidence for a conviction in a human trafficking case. ‘Closing the loophole’ will not accomplish this without political will and a real mission to stop trafficking, but so far, so good.
I have the front page of The Journal from a few days ago, with a picture of the Tea Party rally attended by, among others, a row of citizens in wheelchairs. Since my livelihood is serving the needs of the elderly and disabled, using gummint money, I’m wondering what direction they want for our health care system.
Nationally, the Ryan plan to replace Medicare with vouchers sounds a little like a Bush-era system where the government-funded student loan program was infested with middlemen who skimmed money and charged huge interest rates on young people just out of school. That was reformed, so more of the money goes to students. Inviting middlemen to profit from insuring elders sounds great for business, so I expect the billionaire base to come out in support. Gummint bad. Privatization good. That settles it.
Finally, the Liberty Elm is selling a lemon zest coffee cake that is very good grilled. The Cranston Urban Pond Procession is being planned to march again this year. And it’s not really that cold out today.