The day started out much the same except for two things. I have the Yank home 24/7 as The Times chose to save her from a death worse than misery itself by cutting the ties. First let me go back a step in time. As part as their pathetic attempt to keep slum landlord Sam Zells greedy aquisition of The Time afloat, the Chicago thugs...opps.did I say that? Ok...thumbscrewers came in and changed the healthcare package, part of their costcutting effort. Ho Hum. NOW...what does that mean? I can hear you say. It MEANT that the WORKERS of the once prestigeous LA Times now have a healthcare plan akin to a third world country. BUT...it cost the workers the same. Just more co pay and crappier people to deal with. NOW...I am writing this a little late but whats new lol. Its changed once again and we now currently have NO healthcare but that's not the story. My blurb is about eyes and the pariphenalia that must adorn them as we age.
The Yank and The Kiwi have been going to 20/20 vision for about 6 or so year. We love the Doc and we love Jennifer the ever so patient meticulous optometrist a gal could wish for. We loved our yearly visits. We trust them both with our eyeballs. When the healthcare package went to the dogs we decided to stay with Dr Everett as she knows our eyes inside out. She marvels at my tortured veins and is ever so grateful we haven't pulled apart any of her machines looking for interesting adornments to play with. Theres a real trust between us, something that is sorely lacking with most other medical professionals in our lives currently.
We had to go elsewhere to get our perscription filled and there the horror began, we couldn't take our Jennifer with us. A list in hand we started at the closest joint. ICK and the Jennifer wannabee was horrid. Nothing worthy of adorning our eyes and the wee suitcase holding the specs for the peasant class looked like something from the backstreets ofsome eastern bloc reject pile. Did I mention the PLAN Sam Zell had given the LA Times staff was a peasant plan? That's irrelevant now but I had to mention it for the story's sake.
Ok...onward and upward. OFF to Sams Club and Walmart... DOUBLE ICK...there was some HOSPITAL eye place somewhere in there but I threw a paddy and didn't want to even have anything to do with it. I missed my Jennifer! Hours and fign hours later we ended up at another joint, it looked promising, more selection, laughter and a gal that did her best to be our NEW Jennifer. The dreaded suitcase came out. Its a peasant thing. The suitcase and the peasant plan are one and the same, joined at the hinge. We both found glasses on the wall and decided on those. Hours had passed, we both felt a sense of loss . Its a good thing though. Its very much a case of "tis better to have loved and to have hold then never loved at all." NOT to freak Jennifer out at all lol but we have her in our life and She comes to our "Art In The Yard " Do's and sometime we will all go for Thai together at our fave Thai joint. The Yank and The Kiwi appreciate the professional friendly treatment 20/20 vision has bestowed on them over the years and even though The Kiwi must now wear two different pairs of glasses for different tasks no personal grudge is held.
