Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Clara's Birthday


Every year for Clara's Birthday, her grandfather makes her a handmade card. In fact, all of us get handmade cards for birthdays and holidays. My father was originally apprenticed to his father, and learned to engrave jewelry. He learned calligraphy from the Old English fonts that were popular for jewelry engraving. He also taught himself the art of Illuminating Letters, something that is rapidly dissappearing in today's digital world. (Jewelry engraving by hand is for cameos is no longer done, it is all lasers now.) My daughter has inherited his keen illustration abilities. Unfortunately, it skips a generation. My father has tried numerous times to teach me calligraphy and illustration, but despite my best efforts and my honest desire to learn, I have been unable to master the skill.

What is posted here is a scan of the envelope with Clara's name on it. The letters are made up of cats and there are the 3 Blind Mice in the lower right hand corner.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Getting ready to submit


Well, I am going to bite the bullet and submit to a local gallery. I went on a shoot with some friends this weekend and while my camera batteries died, I was able to get some shots off that were rather productive. I also finished the final effects that I was working on a photo collage called "Watering Hole". It was fun to reteach myself some of the wonderful Photoshop effects.

Now I just have to create a biography and artistic resume. Then burn a disc, add the small fee, and pop it off in the mail. Then comes the hard part - waiting. Ugh. I don't know if I can stand that part.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Colors of 9/11

The things I remember about that day: the sky was a cerulean blue; the fire was a bright orange; the smoke was black; the papers falling down were white; the ash was taupe and ecru mixed together and it crawled and covered everything; and then everything was gone.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Got New Goodies

I ran to Dick Blick's Art Supply to get some more stuff to experiment with. I bought some Digital Ground for Non-Porous materials, some thin metal sheeting, and some Lazertran water slide decals for ink jet printers. I can hardly wait to get home and play!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Reality About Getting Sick...

I know that I should be blogging about art but there are social issues that are near and dear to me. One of the most important is health insurance. Twenty years ago, all that I needed was a "bare bones" policy that insured me in the event of an emergency. That meant if I walked into an emergency room, everything after the deductible (which was something low, like $50) would be taken care of by the insurance company. No bills, no percentage, no "reasonable and fair costs" - 100% hospitalization. As time went on, and health costs increased, I was insured by the traditional 80/20 plan. At that time, HMOs and managed care were pretty lousy. The cost of seeing the doctor was only $50, and the dentist took whatever the insurance paid. Eventually, in the early 90's, health costs increased and I opted for a managed care plan. I was lucky enough to be living in a town with a medical school, and two very large hospitals within a few miles of me. I was also lucky enough to get a doctor that was just finishing her PhD, having finished her MD years before in Germany. I still have that doctor. She provides very good medical care. When I first went to her office, they had Saturday hours, Urgent care appointments, and students who accompanied the supervising physician during the school year. They even had people training as Nurse Practitioners and Physicians Assistants on rounds. My insurance premium was paid for by my employer - 100% of it. I only had a $50 lifetime deductible for dental. I had to pay a nominal amount for long-term disability insurance.

By 1999, I was paying $256 per month for a PPO insurance for my family. That was because the managed care plan my new employer offered was obscure and one of the few plans that my doctor did not accept. But at least the employer offered three different types of medical insurance (80/20; managed care; PPO) and I had an option. Several years later, when I was laid off, I found out the insurance cost over $500 per month. This included deductibles that had gone from $100 to $300 per person.

I was lucky enough to be employed and covered under a NJ State plan that offered several options, and was 100% paid for by the employer. This was 2002 and the cost for just having health insurance for myself was over $7000 per year. I didn't even run up that much in doctor bills. I did have appendix removed in 2002 and it cost over $25,000. My insurance took care of everything, my bills were paid, I only paid the $25 emergency room fee. Again, when I was laid off, the health insurance - for just myself - was costing $550 per month. The co-pays were nominal but instead of insuring a family, I was the only one insured.

Now I am employed full-time. Since 2005, my employer has gone from 100% hospitalization coverage to 90%. I still pay a percentage of the premiums, I have a high deductible, and I am in a managed care plan that fewer and fewer doctors are accepting because of the difficulty with the insurance company. My doctor only works 2 days a week seeing patients, the associates she works with are on call, but they are "appointment only". If I have an urgent care visit, I see a medical student who is being monitored by closed-circuit camera by the supervising physician at a desk, like a security guard who watches monitors. In fact, I even received a bill from a doctor who I never saw, who never saw me, for an additional co-pay because the "he" was a specialist. My co-pays are high, my deductible even higher, and I live with the knowledge that if there is a serious problem, that requires hospitalization, I will probably go bankrupt or rely on charity care. My local hospital is not even within the Provider Network of my insurance company.

In the meantime, my mother probably had $250,000 worth of surgery and medical treatments and will probably not pay more than $250 for all of it. She is retired, on Medicare and has additional medical insurance because she worked in the public sector.

I shudder to think what would happen if she did not have Medicare and additional health insurance to pay for everything. She would lose everything that she worked hard for, just so she could stay alive but under much more stressful and unhappier circumstances.

So the question remains, what do we do about this? I do not have a choice in my current medical coverage, so if the government chooses for me, I lose nothing. If there is no option for small businesses, does that mean big businesses are the only ones who can offer any medical coverage? Is a public option better, since most of our veterans and armed forces do not receive adequate health care? If we settle for less, we will only get less.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Life in the Sandwich Generation

My mother recently underwent heart bypass surgery. Luckily, she only suffered a very minor heart attack, and they caught two blockages in her heart before there could be damage. Her timing was a bit unfortunate as my younger brother starts teaching school this week. In fact last week and this week are the two weeks that most of my family is either getting ready to teach school or go back to school. So everyone is taking last minute vacations or preparing for the onslaught in the "hallowed halls of education." School this year starts after Labor Day for Clara and since Labor Day weekend is rather late, we were able to take the week off. Which means I am taking care of both my mother and daughter at the same time.

Clara is now old enough to entertain herself and Mom's is not a bad place to be entertained. The only thing missing is the dog, Pickles, who is a bit too jumpy. Since my mother is recovering from surgery she really doesn't need 40lbs of dog trying to cuddle with her. The 10lbs of cat is walking over her before sleeping is bad enough.

My mother did make an attempt at trying to recover in a nursing home facility. But knowing my Mom, I would have put money down that she wouldn't be able to take more than 24 hours in the place. I would have won that bet because my mother is just not the nursing home type. There has to be some ability to surrender to your illness and limitations in order to make some adjustment. However, staying in a place where there are "old and sick people" has not, and will not ever be my mother's style. Perhaps it stems from being left on her own as a child, or maybe being a parent of six early in life, or maybe because she saw her own capable, grandmother put in a nursing home when she was 88 (after breaking a hip) and is convinced it contributed to her deterioration and demise three years later.

Well, there's one decision we will never have to make - whether or not to put Mom in a nursing home. Because unless she's in a coma, she won't go.