@virtuous Dori – Fortunately, the “Helper Gremlins” of MayoConnect delivered your typo’ed @ catgig to @catgic, me. Thank you for the “Blessings.” Clearly, you all have had, and are having a tough medical and financial row to hoe. It appears that you have the yin and yang of your marital relationship with your husband worked out to your mutual satisfaction…this is good.
FYI: In both my professional Warfighting Navy life and Techno-Geek life, I have lived and worked in Silicon Valley…Moffett-Sunnyvale, Mountain View, and Palo Alto, and the contiguous area, thereto. So my bride of 55 Blissful Emerald “Double Nickels” years and I are quite familiar with the Silicon Valley & San Francisco Peninsula area, culture, and cost of living. We also had occasion to have resided for a couple years, 90-miles down the PCH in Monterey-Carmel.
In the highest traditions of 1960’s Hippy Dippy Culture let me encourage you to Keep On Keeping’ On facing your challenges. We shall put you all in our prayers.
As I write this note to you, Big Bad & Über Blustery CAT 5+ Hurricane Irma has the State of Florida in her cross-hairs. Irma is still many days away from wherever she may be headed, but it has not stopped CNN, FoxNEWS, the local media, the public leadership from stirring the up the Florida citizenry into an anticipatory frenzy of fear. Back in the simpler, innocent “Good Old Small Government” times, folks were told buy some candles, to fill their bath tubs up to the top with water, and hunker down to ride out The Big Blow. For the record, my wife and I are not one of those “Citizen Chickens Running Around With Our Heads Cut Off.” We have been there and done that before.
Let me share a personal hurricane-related anecdote. Back in September 1960, a month after I first met my Teen Queen Goddess Wife, I was a 19-years old teenaged @catgic sailor who was baptized into Florida Hurricane living with a heavy-weather Hurricane “Donna” drenching down on Boca Chica Key in the Florida Keys. Donna blew through the Florida Key, and in the process, blew out the main water line supplying the Florida Keys with water from up Miami way. Without plentiful running fresh water available, I had to wash my person and sweat-soaked Navy Dungarees in the ocean surf of the Florida Straits off Key West using special “Navy Issue Salt Water Soap.” This salt-water washing ritually completed my King Neptune Baptism to make me a lifelong favored Shellback’ed acolyte of King Neptune and the Weather Gods from then on. Bottom-Line…@catgic Knowz Hurricanes (Earth Quakes & Other Random Acts Of God & Man), and never has, and does not, live in fear of any of them.
Anyhoo, I remain the “Honey Do Love Slave For Life” to my “Honey, When You Have Time…Can You…???” Goddess Wife, and all is right in the world.