Monday morning randomness
Here is a link to yesterday’s sermon on Rahab (Joshua 2):
When one reads about her, it’s never just Rahab. It’s always Rahab the prostitute, or maybe, Rahab the harlot. Sigh. Some scholars think she may have just been an innkeeper, but an independent woman in the ancient world would still have been suspect. I’m getting good feedback on this sermon series, but I suppose the people bored by it won’t tell me.
Julie Bailey, above, is demonstrating the beauty of our appetizer at the Hearthstone last Tuesday. Brie with caramel, walnuts, grapes, figs, and apricots, served with toasted buttered sourdough rounds. A little red cabbage for garnish. A happy story, I was in line at the Secretary of State’s office (the DMV for those of you in other states) at 4 p.m. on my birthday, needing a renewed driver’s license and tabs for my car’s plates, when Julie called to say she was in town and did I want to meet her for dinner. I had made no plans, was feeling a little sorry for myself as Kathy was in Ohio for work, and it was a welcome surprise to share my favorite restaurant with a friend and colleague. Complimentary cherry-vanilla bread pudding finished our wonderful meal. Yum!
A rant about insurance companies
I just got off the phone with ExpressScripts. On Saturday when I tried to pick up my Rx at Sam’s, I found out my Lexapro had been denied. I started to panic, but said, I remember this happening before, I bet I just have to call and let them know I don’t want to receive my prescriptions through the mail. Luckily I still had a couple pills left, for once I hadn’t waited until the last minute to refill (I admit it, one of the reasons I like controlling where I get my meds). On the one hand, a simple phone call. On the other, words can hardly express what it’s like to be denied access to the drug that stabilizes one’s mood. On the one hand, I know folks who don’t have the option, they MUST receive their ongoing prescriptions by mail. On the other, why do I have to call every year to say, I still want to get my prescriptions at a retail pharmacy? They were nice enough when I told them why: I am a cancer survivor, I like have a relationship with a live person who knows all my medications and can talk to me about how they interact. Yes, I know I would save some money by getting my prescriptions through the mail. But isn’t it a good thing to go into the store once a month and stimulate the local economy? If Sam’s Club can be considered local.
I have more I could rant about, but it’s time to go to the Y. I am becoming addicted to the smell of chlorine on my skin.