You Can't Make These Things Up

Someone said it will rain when the fat lady sings.  I must have sung my heart out in my sleep last night, because it rained all night long.  Not a lot, but just enough to make that gutter act like a megaphone with each big drop of water that hit the bottom.  It lives about 8' from my bedpost.  Sadly, there's no fixing it.  I've tried multiple times.  I just need to dance to the beat ... or maybe sleep in the other bedroom since we are expecting five days of rain.

Even Mr. Cooper crashed five minutes after parking on the couch to check my emails.  

Suddenly, the room began to turn pink.  I made a beeline for the front door.  Oh boy ... here it comes, and it's going to be epic for this area of central California.  

This is an Arizona sunrise if I ever saw one.  

It just got bigger and bigger.  This is looking toward the East.

Cooper and I wandered around the back of the house to see we were completely surrounded.  

I don't think in all my years I've seen a sunrise like this in this location.  

Everywhere I turned, there was a gorgeous sky.  It turned more pink than orange looking West and was of course fleeting.  The rest of the entire day it was dark and gloomy.  It almost felt like it was 5:00 when it was noon.  

I really felt like I should accomplish something instead of watching television or playing phone games all day, so I literally forced myself to work on this quilt.  It's funny how when you're not enamored with the fabric or the colors, that you find excuses not to finish it.

There's still some sewing to do, and I do like it better than I did.  It's another small one, which will be a good challenge to figure out how to make the patterns work without distorting them. 

In the meantime, I was distracted by trying to get that prescription filled.  The "he will call you back immediately" never happened ... no surprise.  So on this day I finally got mad.  I called and relayed my anger at having to phone them SEVEN times just to get an ok for the prescription.  

They forwarded my request to the SUBSCRIPTION TEAM.  That of course got me nowhere.  THIS time I called, I was irate.  They finally got the Doc on the phone.  Oh gee he said ... I'll give you my email address and you can just request it that way.

Not once did he ask me how my blood pressure was ... were the pills working ... or how much I needed.  He just gave me the prescription FOR A FULL YEAR!!!  I guess he didn't want to listen to me bitch at him any more.  

It's so sad, the state of health care.  It always feels like they DON'T care.  I know we are a small town so it's hard to get doctors to even come here.  Now we're lucky if we can get a NURSE, let alone a physicians assistant or an actual certified DOCTOR.

Oh it's going to get better they say.  The University of Merced, built over the years from scratch, is setting up a Physicians School to train doctors to be doctors.  That's no help to me really, since I don't want to be the lab rat.  

This is also the school that protested recently, beating up some Jewish kids in the parking lot.  WHERE ARE THE ADULTS?  This is what you are teaching today's kids?

On the other hand, they are now touting their latest and greatest program.  They are training people to grow marijuana.  No I'm not kidding.  They are having special classes to teach you how to grow Mary Jane for commercial purposes.  Now just how many of those kids really have that in mind.  I've no doubt they will be growing it for their own use and selling it on the street.  WHAT THE HECK HAS HAPPENED TO UNIVERSITIES??  Maybe they should be training kids how to grow something useful ... like FOOD!!  

You just can't make these things up.