Neanderpundit

Lost his mom. Drop him a line or stop in and say hi. If you haven’t been through this, you will.

Sorry for your loss, Rob. Mom is at peace, and you did all you could.

William Cullen Bryant said it better than ever I could:

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Hey, you- in the Prius? BEING AN ENVIROWHACKO DOES NOT GIVE YOU LICENSE TO DRIVE LIKE A MORON. IN FACT, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE A LICENSE AT ALL. TURN YOUR LICENSE IN, AND THEN LICK THE BATTERY TERMINALS IN YOUR ENVIROMOBILE. ASSHAT.

Roads: Don’t get me started. No, don’t EVEN get me started.

I mean, there’s the Bishop Ford/Borman/294/394 clusterfuck, which is growing in it’s clusterfuckness at an alarming rate, what with the four lane merge to one, the external bridge repair, (on a bridge that was just totally replaced five years ago) the random, arbitrary, and often meaningless opening and closing of exits, and the construction crews that only time-lapse photography can show movement. That’s bad enough. Now they’re messing with the area I get OFF the expressway, and every conceivable alternate route in or out is under construction. I have my pitchfork sharpened. Let’s get it on.

Update: Here’s the guy in charge, from everything I can find.

Mr. Gil Vega, Project Director
Illinois Department of Transportation
Bureau of Small Business Enterprises
310 South Michigan Avenue, Room 1605
Chicago, IL 60604
(312) 793-5668
Fax (312) 793-0677

Because she won’t write for Allopurinol or Aciphex anymore, without seeing me.

Both are pretty innocuous drugs, as they go, and I’d like to think she’s seeing me out of concern for my health, but well worn cynicism compels me to think not.

This is the doctor I told about muscle stiffness in my arm and chest and the next thing I knew, I was having an angiogram. Nobody ever looked at my chest, or arm, or anything. Trouble is, this is the best of a bad lot. Gah. I wish I could find anyone who was as good a GP as Dr Molenaar is an optometrist. Wish me luck!