Friday, Gary and I went kayaking at Creve Couer Lake. Since then I have woven kayaking into every sentence I can. "What do you want for dinner, Ellen?" "That kayaking really made me hungry. Let's have pizza." Or, "Ellen, do you remember the last time I bought nuts?" "Friday, either before or after we went kayaking."
The actual plan was to paddleboard, but even the experienced paddleboarders said it was too windy. I saw their two-person kayaks were not the turtleneck-of-death kayak that flips over and traps you suspended under the water, but instead an open-top plastic "ocean" kayak that wouldn't flip over, and even if it did you could escape.
We kayaked for an hour. At one point an egret landed four feet from us. It was all lovely. It would have been perfect, but I fell up to my neck in the water getting out of the kayak. So close.
I felt about thirty on Friday.
I woke up well before Gary on Sunday, and I decided to do a little research on my insurance situation. My MS drug, Gilenya, goes generic in 2019, and that's when the kind Gilenya folks stop paying for it. Or rather, the kind drug "loyalty program" stops paying my deductible. I suppose since my deductible is $3k, i shouldn't care that the drug has gone from $4k a month to over $6k. All the same to me. Still, a generic version of a $6k a month drug isn't going to be $150 a month.
Still, that made me start thinking about what I'm going to do after I retire. it looks like the insurance will be $500 a month and the deductible with be $6k.
My head was full of Medicare and prescription bills when I went out to tidy up the house, and I found a pile of Werthers candy scattered across the cluttered table by Gary's recliner, and is there a better thumbnail image for an old couple? Oh, of course there is. I put the Werthers in a crystal candy dish. There, that just pins it.
Sigh. I feel sixty. And we were kayaking just days earlier.