Madly off in all directions

Yesterday Marilyn went north and I went south. We didn't have a big fight or anything, its just the way it worked out.

Right now she is living in some kind of a camp shack at McLean Lake. Father says she's in the arctic but its not quite that far away, although it might as well be. She can't get out until the plane comes for her and I can't get in under any circumstances. Meanwhile I'm in Regina at King's Acres on the west side of the city. My first real job was right next door but the business I worked for is long gone. This campground was called Holiday Wheels at that time and we used to get occasional customers wandering over from the campground. I think the guy I worked for actually owned the campground but the business that I worked in was a trailer sales agency. I started out as a goof in the shop and stuck around long enough to be the only goof left in the shop. Not that I actually worked for Bernie for that long - he just had high turnover in his shop. He likely didn't pay us enough to keep anybody that was any good interested for any length of time. But like I said - I stuck around.

I'm down here to clean up some of the mess that was created when Vic Park decided they couldn't handle father's care any longer. Now he's stuck in the morass that is Saskatchewan's "healthcare system." I was talking to Brad Farquar this afternoon and commented on how frustrating it is to deal with the socialist healthcare system. He said "you get what you pay for" and that's true in the sense that it doesn't immediately cost us anything to access the system. I'm convinced however that we pay dearly for our broken system both in taxes and in frustrated access.

Meanwhile father is stuck in limbo between the hospital and the long term care facilities. They have the audacity to charge him for the exact same bed he would be in if he tipped over and bashed his head. They don't do one iota more for him but they expect him to pay as if he was fully into the so-called care system and nobody - I mean NOBODY - will even hazard a guess as to how long he may stay in this twilight zone. One thing's for damn sure - in Tommy Douglas's healthcare nirvana nobody gives a damn and everyone goes home at 4:30. Makes me proud to be a taxpayer.