LIFE'S BETTER IN THE MOUNTAINS

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

First Sighting

I heard him early Monday morning as I was walking the dogs. I stopped to listen to the wonderful sound and tried to see my little friend. He kept out of sight, but I knew I would see him soon. The beautiful song made me feel as if spring would really arrive.

Little did I know that I would see him during a snowstorm the very next day. Yes, dear reader, we got dumped on with another 10 inches of snow! However, I did see my little friend yesterday. He came to our feeders early in the morning and he came back several times during the day. Normally a ground feeder, my little Eastern Towhee ate sunflower seeds and warmed my heart a little.

Isn't he a gorgeous bird?



When we see the towhee by himself, we admire his beauty and don't appreciate how big he really is. He shared the feeder with the goldfinches and once again, I was amazed at his size.




The snow continued most of the day and finally ended around 6:00. Unlike past storms, this one will not be accompanied by days of freezing weather, so it will leave us sooner. THANK GOODNESS! In the coming days I will hear and see my towhee friend in his usual spot. He nests there every year. And very soon I will see his lovely mate. I can hardly wait.
Amazing what the sight of one bird can do to lift your spirits. Now I know for sure that winter is almost over.

Monday, March 1, 2010

It's Way Past Time

For many years we relied on our health insurance for physical examinations and preventive screening. This year we learned what it is like to be a hospital patient and to deal with those pesky bills. We have good insurance but it has been a nightmare to sift through the charges and payments. Even our "good" insurance gave us some obstacles.

Our insurance pays maximum for "in network" providers and we have a significant co-pay if we are out of network, unless the services are for an emergency. This summer I had a severe GI bleed and the nearest hospital is out of network. No problem, says my insurance. It was an emergency. I spent six days in Intensive Care. My insurance determined that after the third day (when I was still receiving medicines to maintain my blood pressure and was not allowed even ice chips by mouth) my care in the ICU did not constitute an emergency, so they paid the out of network payment for the remaining days. Guess I was supposed to pack up my IVs and travel 25 miles to another facility.

Last year, my physician's group joined the local hospital. My physician is still in network for my insurance, but the hospital is not. Since the hospital does the billing under its own billing number my insurance no longer recognizes my physican as in network.

In December, my husband had major orthopedic surgery at an in-network hospital. The hospital bill alone (not anesthesia, physicians, radiology, transport, etc.) was well over one hundred thousand dollars. Our insurance paid the discounted contracted fee to the hospital, far less than the actual bill, and we had no liability for payment.

In January I had a screening study at the same hospital. The insurance statement explained that I was responsible for a significant co-pay because the hospital was not in-network. I called the insurance and discovered that the hospital had refused to re-negotiate a contract with our insurance. Coincidence? Perhaps, but the hospital had been under contract for more than 10 years and suddenly decided not to participate.

Both my husband and I are healthy with no major diseases. Prior to my GI bleed, my only hospitalizations had been for childbirth. We carried good insurance because we could afford to do so. But what about those who cannot? The simple truth is that our hospital bills this past year represented payment not only for our care but for those who did not have insurance. If people believe they do not have to worry about the uninsured, they are quite mistaken. We all pay for their care.

I bring forth these examples to show that providers and insurance companies have methods for increasing your out-of-pocket expenses. I am truly thankful that we are able to absorb these costs and I feel terrible for those hard-working individuals for whom big medical bills send them so deeply into debt.





A word of advice...please carefully compare your insurance statements to the bills you later receive. On Friday we received a sizable bill from an anesthesia provider. Our insurance statement indicated they were a contracted provider, were paid according to the contract and that we had no responsibility for payment. I called the provider and after an lengthy conversation received this reply, "Oh, someone made a mistake. You are correct and we will 'write off' the payment." No explanation, no apology, just "a mistake." Thank goodness we keep track of these things. I have little doubt that others simply pay the bills without questioning them and that is terrible.
Impossible as it may seem, we are under a winter weather advisory with predictions of yet another snow storm. Hey, isn't this March? And in sunny North Carolina not in the high mountains?

Friday, February 26, 2010

Fridays are Golden

If Lucy were a human, she would be a little diva. Not in the sense of an opera singer, but with the colloquial definition of a female who considers herself more important than others. Lucy prances rather than walks, especially if others are watching. She expects the softest bed, the warmest sunbeam and the most comfortable spot around. She expects to get her food first, and to be the first to get her leash when it's time for a walk. If someone is petting Ellie, Lucy gets up and pushes herself in front.

Lucy also loves pillows and creates them if none exist.

We often take off our shoes and Lucy sees this as a definite advantage. The soft foot makes a perfect pillow.



If the shoes are lying around, Lucy uses them for pillows. (I often have to vacuum dog hair from shoes.) She never chews them or picks them up...just uses them for pillows.




Her favorite pillow, however, is Ellie. In this picture Lucy is not using her as a pillow, but once again is totally concerned with her own comfort, not matter what the discomfort to someone else.


Mom! She's got her feet and paws all over my face!"
Oh Ellie, you know that you need to handle this for yourself. Just get up or growl and put her in her place. But it's for you to do. I won't interfere.


I have no idea what she's talking about, Mom. I wouldn't do anything to disturb Ellie. I'm just here to keep her warm.


Hopefully no snow this weekend, but high winds and certainly more trees coming down. While we complain about our unusual weather, we recognize that so many others are in much worse shape. Our thoughts remain with those who are really suffering, not those of us who are simply whining.
HAVE A WONDERFUL AND HAPPY WEEKEND. REFRESH AND PAMPER YOURSELF FOR AT LEAST PART OF IT. AND DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE LESS FORTUNATE AS WELL.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

More Than We Wanted

Throughout our marriage, we always knew we wanted to spend our retirement years in the mountains of North Carolina. Not surprising since both of us grew up in the mountains.

For more than five years, we visited various areas trying to decide just where we wanted to live. Recognizing the dramatic increase in property values every year, we decided to purchase land, aware that if we decided not to use it we could sell it easily. The land was at an elevation of 4500 feet...a lovely spot along Plott Creek in Haywood County. It had great views.

We continued our search and as we survived those Wisconsin winters we began to realize that our land would get much more snow than we wanted. We began to look in Brevard and found our retirement spot. A gated community about nine miles from downtown and with an elevation of 3000 feet. Elevation is everything in the mountains when you are talking about snowfall. Our community would get one or two snowfalls per year and the moderate weather would melt most of it in a day or so. And if we had a yen to see snow, a short drive further up the mountains would provide us with plenty of the it.

So we built our home and for three years we enjoyed the sparse snow. Then came the winter of 2009. It all started on Friday before Christmas and has continued on a weekly basis ever since. The roads get clear, but the ground remains covered.

When I photographed this little Tufted Titmouse last week, I thought that would be the last snow we might see. Oh, I was wrong.




This morning we are under a severe weather advisory and more snow is expected for the next three days! From the looks of the bird activity at the feeders, they believe the snow is going to come. While we are prepared for snow with plenty of food and a generator, I am not a happy camper. The injured player who loves nothing more than shoveling and working outdoors is vastly improved, but it's pretty hard to shovel while using a cane. So I get into a nasty mood bemoaning the fact that I didn't leave Wisconsin to deal with this. But I plug along and the shoveling makes me feel refreshed. There's such a great satisfaction in seeing the driveway cleared. It's akin to seeing the windows sparkling clean (something I haven't actually observed for some time). I'm hoping that this snow stuff is not a new pattern and that we won't see this much snow next year.
Oh, what happened to our land on Plott Creek? We sold it after a few years and turned a tidy profit. For once, our timing was good.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Misunderstood After All These Years

Until last December, neighboring Buncombe County invited various Protestant ministers to offer prayer at the beginning of the County Commissioner meetings. The County Attorney advised the group that a Federal judge has recently ruled that a similar policy in another NC county represented an illegal governmental establishment of religion because the prayers were all Christian in nature.

The attorney advised that the commissioners not invite clergy and if they wanted to continue prayers they should be led by the commissioners themselves and should not use language specific to one religion.

A huge outburst resulted. Most of the outspoken people protested loudly against a "generic" prayer. A flurry of letters to the editor of the local newspaper indicated that since "most" of the Buncombe County residents are Christian, it shouldn't matter if they invoke the name of Jesus Christ in the prayers at a public government meeting. Others insisted that there is "one true and living God manifested through our Lord Jesus Christ" and that any prayer not so directed is not a prayer. "There can't be a generic prayer since there is not a generic God."




Perhaps my favorite reasoning was the echo of similar concerns here in our county when the issue came up about school board meetings. One of the members insisted the prayers did not favor one religion...that they represented ALL religions...Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, and even Episcopal. However, she failed to explain how "in Jesus name we pray" represented Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, or other non-Christian religions or even atheists or agnosics for that matter.
In the interest of full disclosure, I must tell you that I have belonged to the ACLU for many, many years.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Fridays are Golden

I know I repeat myself, but we got hit with yet another snowstorm last week. The roads are clear again, but we have a significant snow cover on the ground. And that's quite unusual for our area.

The Golden Girls generally do not care much for the snow. Especially the snow we've had recently. With the ice cover they sometimes walk on top of the snow and then suddenly their paws will break through so they don't like it.

Here they wait patiently for me to take them outside to play.


Lucy is tentative and takes very careful steps.


Ellie runs with abandon and seemed to enjoy the snow.


Mom, have we had enough fun yet? Can we go back inside?



Ellie was lying in the center of this bed, but that didn't stop Lucy from squeezing in.
Today is bright and sunny. After some colder than normal temperatures we are expecting highs in the 40s! Won't that be something? This morning I heard the woodpeckers drumming and several birds singing. We have ever increasing amounts of daylight every week. Spring is truly on the way.
Have a wonderful weekend. It is said that "Fortunate are they who know how to be satisfied." May we all strive to be among those fortunate and recognize just how lucky we really are.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

At the Birdfeeders

One of the best things about a house in the woods is that the birdfeeders on the deck are near the trees and attract a wide variety of birds. The birds have been especially entertaining this winter with our near-record snowfall and cold temperatures. I have to refill the feeders at least once a day.

A Purple Finch sits patiently waiting for the crowds to clear at the feeders.





A couple of female Purple Finches share the remaining sunflower seeds with a goldfinch.

As the feeder swings in the wind it becomes apparent that there are actually three females with the goldfinch.


Meanwhile, the large male still sits on his perch watching all the action.



The goldfinch appears to be saying something. Perhaps it's about the snow.




The Purple Finch adds his two cents.





A Tufted Titmouse decides to get a bite.

The action has been fast and furious at all of our birdfeeders and at the water. Every morning the birds sit in the trees waiting for me to hang the feeders and pour the fresh water.


I got an email from Newsweek this morning. They want me back and are offering 88% discount if I subscribe. After continually subscribing to Newsweek for many many years, I canceled my subscription a couple of years ago when they hired Karl Rove to write commentaries. When I called to cancel, I listed the reason in two words, "Karl Rove." I may not be able to hit the "mute" quickly enough to avoid him on television, but I wasn't about to pay money for a magazine subscription and get angry every single week. No thanks, Newsweek, I've done quite well without you. But I do wonder how in the world you got my email address...