Rant

I thought of something that makes me barking mad, but I'm not sure why. I was driving back from town this morning I saw something that I hadn’t noticed before. One block away from one of two local “Collectives” is the Social Security office.

Frankly, I’m kind of slow. When the Del Norte Collective first put their sign out and opened for business I thought that it was a new twist on another name for an antique store. Too many antique stores is another rant that I could go off on but won’t for now. I think that anyone that can come up with new twists on language is brilliant. I did think it was somewhat odd that they weren’t advertising in the paper or holding a grand opening or even displaying any of their products where customers could see them. In fact their window were shuttered and barred and the entry doors were none too friendly looking. Later I found out that this was the type of business that information spreads by word of mouth on a need-to-know basis.

Anyway, it made me wonder how many people on Social Security or Disability use the services of collectives such as this. Which led me to think about the importance of education and work. If a person doesn’t prepare themselves they conceivably enter the job market with a disorder before they even start working. A disorder that very well may preclude them from ever working!

I don’t want to give doctors any ideas, but can’t you just see it now? A doctor diagnoses someone with PWSD (Pre-Work Stress Disorder) and with that ‘disorder’ they file for Disability before they start working and never enter the job market but only know where the local collective and the Social Security Office is at!

Rant over.

Shovel Liquidation Sale

Sandi was right again. While I was at Chuck’s I was digging in the backyard looking for the source of a persistent water leak. I guess it’s only persistent if 10 years counts as persistent. He’s mentioned it just about every time I’ve visited there. Don’t call me a genius or anything, but something tells me that he’s possibly asking my advice what I’d do about it. Anyway, while I was there this time I started digging. I really didn’t get very far. Just far enough for someone to trip in if they were walking around (prowling) in his back yard at night. My back started spasming in its all-too-common fashion where it forms into this attractive S-shape that hurts and the only thing that helps is to stop digging and take some muscle relaxant pills. Generally it goes back in its usual shape after a few days of doing the whale thing and laying around.

I told Sandi about what I’d done to make it hurt and her reply was, “That’s funny, here you can go hiking, kayaking, get wood, and play and your back doesn’t hurt. You pick up a shovel and start digging and suddenly you hurt your back!”

Call it an epiphany, a revelation, an awakening, a message from above, but I think the answer to saving my back is to have a shovel liquidation sale. Need any shovels?