back on the horse


View of the falls from the Maid of the Mist plaza.

We’re back from our Midwest driving tour, having celebrated with both families and made brief stop at Niagara Falls in between parties. We also appear to have recovered from the head cold we contracted in Niagara and passed between us for a couple of weeks. It was too tempting to walk to the falls at night, and the combination of travel fatigue and the cold wet night was just too much for us. Despite the rain and cold, we had a good time riding the Maid of the Mist (I love that boat), visiting Niagara-on-the-Lake (not really my thing), and hiking down a trail into the gorge from an access point near the Totem Pole park. After I got over my fear of slipping on the wet rocks and falling to my death in the whitewater—the terrified screams of the passengers on the jet boats passing us on their way to the whirlpool didn’t help—I enjoyed that hike a lot.

Now that we’re back at home, my plan for the rest of the summer and autumn consists of yard clearing, house repairs, clutter clearing, more house repairs, major fall cleaning, and some house beautifying in the form of paint. A lifelong process, I know, but I have big visions of what we’ll be able to accomplish over the next few months. And I’m going to get right on it just as soon as I finish my coffee.

back on the horse

major REO Speedwagon jones

I woke up this morning with an REO Speedwagon song in my head. Not just any REO Speedwagon song, but the absolute best one, the one I always attribute to Chicago, since Chicago was my favorite band at age 9 and I therefore think that all great 80s rock ballads are by them. Sadly, they’re not. They’re mostly by REO Speedwagon. And sometimes by Journey.

So, this morning I popped awake at 6:15am, with YOU GOT ME STEALING YOUR LOVE AWAY, CAUSE YOU NEVER GIVE IT! booming through my head. Unfortunately, I don’t have any REO Speedwagon recordings, not even dubbed on tape. (Yes, I just used the word unfortunately with regard to our household’s lack of recordings by early 80s arena rockers.) My love of these bands dates from the days in elementary school when I went to bed with my clock radio, permanently tuned to Z96, crooning me to sleep. That was well before I had a cassette player, let alone any money to spend on music. You might also rightly assume, based on the number of times I’ve been persuaded to accompany him to Skinny Puppy shows (3), my partner shares this notable omission in his music collection. Which means, by 7am, I’ve been belting out the same two mistranscribed lines for 45 minutes now (YOU GOT ME CHASING THE YEARS AWAY, BABY WE CAN’T RELIVE IT) with absolutely no relief in sight, because, well, quite frankly, Napster is illegal now.

Problem not solved, I made my partner suffer through I MAKE YOU LAUGH, BABY YOU MAKE ME CRY all through breakfast and kept on with IT’S TIME FOR ME TO FLY I’ve got to set myself free TIME FOR ME TO FLY Baby, that’s just how it’s got to be on the walk to the mailbox and library. Luckily for him, it was raining so I wimped out on walking him all the way to the metro. Luckily for all of us, except maybe the teenagers next door who are likely trying to sleep in after talking in the street until the middle of night, LastFM came through in a pinch.

I wish I could tell you this sad tale of woe had a happy ending, but it doesn’t: after playing the song something like fifteen times in a row, the website cut me off and is now only giving me the 30 second teaser! If clearing my cookies or cycling the modem and getting a new dynamic IP address doesn’t work, I fear this means I may have to go see them in concert. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that: so far, cookie clearing has done the trick!

major REO Speedwagon jones

trials and tribulations: BlueCross

I never thought I would reach the point where I would be telling people to run the other way from BlueCross. Yet here I am: after 6 years as a BlueCross subscriber, I recommend getting any other coverage available to you. Which is saying a lot, given that they have one of the largest networks of health care providers and offer some of the most extensive PPO plans around. To be fair to BlueCross, the first two years were great. The customer service people were helpful, the prescription coverage was excellent, and claims were approved and paid in about two weeks.

About three years ago something changed, and everything positive about the company disappeared into the ether. Customer service became just like every other company: a complete crap shoot. The prescription coverage became worse and worse, until my out-of-pocket cost for my daily medication had eventually increased twenty-fold. And, most frustrating of all, BlueCross began to make errors on every single claim I submitted. The process for being reimbursed for covered services became a nightmare of calling again and again, providing the same information over and over (provider name, diagnostic, medical license and tax identification numbers), and endless resubmitting.

Honestly, I would have continued to live with all of that had BlueCross not started, in November of last year, to deny me coverage based on an internal BlueCross employee error. In October, I switched from my COBRA coverage to paying as an individual subscriber for the same plan. At the time, I had to demonstrate that I’d had continuous coverage for the previous 4 years in order to remove the standard waiting period for coverage of preexisting conditions, which I did. Hunky dory, everything’s fine, we truck along with the same frustrations already enumerated above. In November, someone at BlueCross did something — trust me, if I could get a clearer or more specific explanation out of them, I’d share it — that changed my starting date of coverage and activated a waiting period. I promptly received a nonsensical bill from them and my claims starting being denied. I called, they told me I needed to get a statement from them and fax it back to them — major errors resulting in the wrongful denial of service can apparently be made but not corrected internally at BlueCross — and then they would remove it. I did so, they did so, hunky dory, right? WRONG. Despite being assured over the past six months by a half dozen customer service agents and managers that the waiting period has been removed, it is in fact still active, and my claims are still being wrongfully denied. As of today, I’ve been waiting two weeks for a return call confirming that it’s been corrected. I’m not holding my breath.

I, of course, have done what any sane person would do in this situation: changed my insurance company and filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau. Next up: the Maryland Insurance Administration. I’ll keep you posted.

trials and tribulations: BlueCross

DIY : earth boxes


One of our homemade ‘earth boxes.’

I’ve never really been a master of DIY projects. There are plenty of things I do for myself or the house, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I tend to learn to do the things I want to learn to do and leave the things I don’t want to learn to do to other people. Whether I could do it myself doesn’t always factor into it, and I have never really been motivated to undertake projects specifically to see if can or to save money. Again, unless it’s something I like doing myself (like painting). Which is all to say that on my own I would have simply not planted tomatoes before I either (1) spent the money on actual Earth Boxes or (2) learned how to make them myself.

I’m not on my own, though, and the siren call of free tomato plants — started by our neighbor across the street who did spring for Earth Boxes and my partner’s boss’s boss who has an enormous garden on a farm about an hour away — was too much to resist, even before all the hullabaloo about salmonella. For once I was the voice of the wet blanket (‘But you don’t even like tomatoes! But we’ll already be getting tomatoes from our farmer in the summer CSA!’) and he was the not-to-be-deterred optimist (‘We’ll make sauce! We’ll give them away! It’ll be fun!’). With a small passel of wee tomato plants on our porch, and some pepper plants thrown in for good measure, he decided to go the DIY route, relying on the instructions of those who had already tried this at home as guidance.

In the end, the most difficult part of the project was mixing the dehydrated compressed potting mix with water, something I did by hand. I got lazy the second time around and overdid it with the hose, ending up with what could only be described as a big muddy mess in two boxes. To get the dirt back to wet-but-not-sloppy, I transferred mud into the small ceramic pots I was using for herbs and into the fourth box, and then (re)introduced dry mix into all three boxes. This worked in the end, but I ended up doing just as much hard hand-mixing as I would have, so I’d recommend taking it easy with the hose. It also remains to be seen whether I have irretrievably clogged the drainage holes and/or introduced too much soil into the reservoir; it’s not clear this last is possible, but not having read the actual instructions (Not My Project) I don’t know for sure.

Having assembled the boxes and planted the plants, we are now waiting to see whether following the fertilizing recommendations — which seemed a bit extreme to me — will result in lovely big plants or poor wee things with their roots burned to death. So far it looks like we have five plants that are loving it, one plant that’s gone the way of root burn, and two that took a licking and kept on ticking. I planted basil in among the tomatoes and the peppers seem to be happy in their own pot (the first one we assembled, from a larger bin, where the base fits more snugly into the box and the side holes drain better). Now all we have to do is water them every day and wait.

DIY : earth boxes