I'm not sure what to say about this week. It's been very stressful;
things appear to have worked out ok, most if not all of the stress-causing
things are gone, but my self-confidence (what little there was of it) is
more-or-less completely gone. I just don't know. Something like that.
Well, let's go for the really good stuff first: Colleen and I are now
covered by Medicare part D (drugs) and a supplemental (medigap) policy.
They're with ExpressScripts and Premera Blue Cross, which is what we had
with Amazon, so the transition appears to have been smooth. Whew!
Now the -- damned if I know. Last Sunday Naomi and I went car-shopping,
and bought a red Chevy Bolt. Beautiful car; lots of great safety features.
Electric. Expensive. The cargo area holds Colleen's scooter, though just
Wednesday I went down to REI, which is the closest place with a DC Fast
Charge station that I can use, and discovered that the car we'd bought
didn't have that feature. It turned out to be an option.
Driving up to the dealership I spent the entire trip berating myself over
not checking. It took most of the rest of the afternoon, but they were
able to find a (blue) Bolt with equivalent features, plus DCFC, and do a
swap. It was very stressful; they'd originally found me a white
one, but white isn't visible in fog, and here we are in Seattle. So, ...
It's hard for me to say enough good things about Bill Pierre Chevrolet, on
Lake City Way. Saying they went well out of their way to accommodate our
requirements would be a massive understatement. They, and their Ford
dealership next door, are highly recommended.
So now we have a blue Bolt, which we have named Molly. (Puns involving
drywall anchors are not appreciated -- Molly ius a little sensitive
on that point.) She's a wonderful car.
There are a couple of hopefully minor problems. The main one is
that there aren't nearly as many fast charging stations as we thought
there would be. I don't think that it would be possible to drive
cross-country, for example. Maybe to San Jose, but it would take
very careful planning. Another is the cargo space - we couldn't drive to
an airport or a convention in it (which is ok; we still have a van).
Another is the cost -- I've never spent that much on a car before. (In
absolute terms. I still vividly remember when we bought our
first minivan, a Mercury Villager, and paid more for it than we'd
paid for our house a decade before.)
But the biggest problem isn't with the car, it's with me. It's mostly
after I make a big, expensive decision like that that I start
second-guessing myself, and wondering whether I'd made a huge mistake. It
was really Wednesday (see above) that started that process. It combines
with the problems I'd had last week and all through May with our
health care, which I made worse by not realizing that when Amazon told me
they'd continue my health care, what they meant was that they'd
subsidize my COBRA benefits. Ricoh hadn't done it that way;
I'd made some wrong assumptions, and my HR person at Amazon simply hadn't
gotten back to me at all about it.
Hmm - both of those problems have been due to things people didn't
tell me. Unfortunately, that doesn't help me feel that they're any
less my fault. I think I'm supposed to think of everything. One
reason I'm comfortable around computers is that if I don't think
of everything, the computer will tell me (by doing what I told it to do,
not what I expected it to do) and I can fix it. Real-world stuff
terrifies me because I can't go back and fix most of it. But if I try to
think of everything before hand, I never actually go out and do
it. Can't win. (Can't break even. Can't leave the game. Laws of
Thermodynamics in words of mostly one syllable.)
"I can't fix it!" is something I end up saying all too often.
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