Day 121

Heavy equipment in the field

I don’t know why this equipment is being used unless it is to put in some sort of drainage system. I might be able to figure it out if I ever see them using the equipment. I’ve driven past this site a few times in the past week, and have never seen anyone working. Still, the earth looks freshly worked. Perhaps they work in th afternoon and evening, while I do morning drives.

One good thing comes with being my age; in just over three months I’ll be eligible for Medicare. That’s good, but on the other hand, it makes me feel a bit older…which I am. It’s funny, but when I was in my teens and early twenties I never thought about being as old as I am now. It just wasn’t something on my radar. As I grew older it was more like, “Well, maybe someday I’ll reach that age, but it is nothing to think about now.” Someday is here. I didn’t totally ignore the fact that I would be older; I made sure I had a retirement plan, and that I saved as much as I could to help us through older age. I have an insurance policy that is large enough to purchase an urn for my ashes. (Cindy, I expect you to take that urn and display it whenever you move…take it on vacations as well.)

Getting back to Medicare, I am being inundated with mail from insurance companies trying to sell me extended Medicare coverage. I will look into a Medigap plan, but my head hurts just thinking about it. All of these companies want to send someone to talk to me. I don’t want that! I just want documents that I cn compare and make an informed decision. I don’t want to base my coverage on which agent smiles the most. I am insurance agent adverse. Though I did have an agent, now retired I believe, who handled my life insurance coverage. He came to see me exactly once each year, driving from Elkhart to wherever I lived in Indiana, and he never pressured me to up my coverage. He also sent me a birthday card and Christmas card that he signed personally. I liked Ken. I hope he is doing well.

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