In sickness and in health

I am not a drinker, so the only time anyone asks to see my ID is when I'm going through airport security or a zealous cashier wants to make sure it's really me buying Doritos at Ralphs. But I've been carded three times in the past week or so because I bought various cold medicines. Every time I think, "Do I look like I'm trying to start a meth lab?" I know the poor teenagers behind the register can't help it; the machines won't continue working without a swipe from my ID. I still hate being made to feel like I'm suspected of something sinister when all I want is my nose to stop running and my cough to stop. I haven't read the health care bill, but I think we should all write to our congresspeople to put an end to this practice. And if the cops come to check up on me, I have a trashcan full of Kleenex as evidence of my innocence.

Since I've had the cough for over a week and it's not really getting better, I had two people in unrelated conversations suggest that I go see a doctor about it before it becomes bronchitis. "After all, why else do you have health insurance?" Good point. And since I have had respiratory infections that lasted forever and turned nasty, I decided to visit my local walk-in clinic (someday I will find a primary care physician and make real appointments. Today is not that day). The doctor said I probably have what everybody else seems to have and gave me a prescription for antibiotics, cough syrup, and steroids to repair the damage the coughing has already done. I thanked her and headed to CVS. The first time the pharmacist rang me up, my total was $118. We both kind of blinked at the number, then she asked if I had insurance. Uh...yeah. Why didn't you ask for it before? The second total was $27. Tonight I am going to say an extra prayer of thanks that I have a job with health coverage. And then hope the codine cough syrup knocks me out for the night.

Multiple Choice:

"Is there a reason you didn't come to a complete stop at the stop sign back there?"

a. Because I'm in a hurry to get to work to get this day over with so I can get to the good stuff tonight.

b. Because I didn't see you hiding in that parking lot.

c. No.

Maybe I should have tried crying.

Dear Santa Claus again

Thank you for the safe and sick-free travel. I know the sick-free part wasn't easy after my friends got sick just before I left, so I appreciate it. Thank you also for the snow. Can I have this much every year?


I know demand is high for good guys (all my friends want one too). I can only assume that this means they are on back order. Please send mine along when they become available again.

Happy New Year!

Dear Santa Claus

How have you been? Did you have a nice summer? How is your wife? I have been extra good this year, so I have a few special requests of what I want for Christmas.

1. Safe holiday travel with no missed layovers and no getting sick before I fly.

2. Snow for Christmas so I can go sledding.

3. A good guy to date.*

4. A fisheye lens, a new computer with better processing speeds, Photoshop, graded filters for shooting landscapes, and an external flash unit.

All I want is what is what I have coming to me. All I want is my fair share.





* I realize this one doesn't exist. Maybe world peace instead?

And the waiting is the hardest part

I realized something in the past week or so. Being optimistic about the future and having the patience to wait for that bright future are two totally different things. Also, life isn't fair. But as my dad always said, "Nobody said anything about life being fair. But it's worth it."

Shouldn't you be in the other lane?

I'm a terrible backseat driver. Just last night, I had to hold my tongue so I didn't tell a friend I've known for years how to get to my house. She definitely knows where I live and needs no assistance from me. Today as I drove up that same road, I had an epiphany.

When I offer you directions or helpful suggestions while you are driving, it's not because I think you're an idiot who doesn't know where you're going. You're an idiot because you aren't driving the way I would drive.

Living in a Beach Boys song

A few weeks ago I was bored and browsing photography contest websites. I found one that I considered entering, but I ran out of time to compile/take pictures and I was too chicken to enter. But I've been thinking about it ever since. The contest theme was Homeland--where you live now, not necessarily where you were born. So here's what I would have entered and why.

When I was eight years old, my dad bought a cassette tape of Endless Summer by the Beach Boys. I loved it. My siblings and I would bring our tape player out and blast "Surfin' Safari" as we roller skated in the driveway. And even though I only knew the "inside outside U.S.A." part of the chorus of "Surfin U.S.A.", I sang along with gusto.

A few years ago I decided I was going to learn the real chorus. As I read the lyrics, I discovered that they were listing surfing beaches. Not only that, I had been to many of those beaches, or at least knew where they were and had driven past in the last year or so. I was living in a Beach Boys song.

In a nutshell, that's what makes this place so special to me. We do have an endless summer, with 80-degree days in December and sunshine almost every day. I've always loved the ocean, and now I can be at the beach with my toes in the sand in 10 minutes. I love the craziness of the beach on a big summer weekend. But more than that, I love the quieter months when I can enjoy the waves without the crowds. That's why I love my homeland.