In the Meadow We Can Build a Snowman

In fact, we built two! The storm had a lull for a bit last night so we took the dogs out for a little fun. The wind had died down long enough for the snow to collect on the branches. There was that hush that only happens when the snow is just right. It was also the perfect stickiness to build snowmen. We didn't embellish them (it was late), but one did get a hat. Aren't they cute! When they first came outside the dogs ran and jumped in the snow - they seem to love the fresh snow as much as we do. Of course Kabira got cold and wanted inside, but Spike and Bella stayed outside. Bella was so happy helping us build the snowmen, it was dark though so Mr. Chicken McChicken-a-lot stayed on the front porch.  This morning he wouldn't go down the laneway - there were monsters there!

This morning the wind was howling again and the snow was still falling. A perfect day to snuggle down into the house.

I read a post today written by a woman in her 50s that is newly divorced. Her husband just lost his job so she is about to lose all of her support. She had a doctors appointment the other day, but had to cancel it when she found out that the co-pay was $200. She has no money and is about to lose the last bit of medical insurance that she has. She suffers from debilitating panic attacks so can't get a job but she has no money to go to the doctor for treatment. What a catch 22...

 

Many of the people who commented were in a similar boat with their insurance - too poor to afford any. One person said that mental health issues are only covered 50% by some companies.

 

We are so lucky here in Canada with our health care system. We don't always have access to the highest tech solutions, but everyone has equal access to treatment. I have had wonderful medical care. Starting in 2004, every week for a few years I saw my psychiatrist. Even now I see one every 4 to 6 weeks. And not once have I had to worry about paying for it. Or being refused by the insurance company. That is peace of mind.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Roy Bean