I can't get this thought out of my head since I went to visit a family member at the hospital recently. She has been in in-patient care on and off for almost a year as she fights some shitty, shitty cancer. Rachel and I happened to be in the Poconos during her most recent hospital stint, an we were able to visit her on our way back to Philadelphia. To get to her room, we took the "Pool Elevator." I was really excited that the hospital had a pool until I realized that "Pool" was the last name of the family that donated money to build the hospital wing. We were in the Pool Pavilion. But that got me thinking:
Why isn't there a pool here?
And why isn't there a nice restaurant? And, while we are asking the tough questions, why isn't there a self-serve soft serve ice cream machine in the hospital?
Certainly, the most important part of a hospital is its care-giving. It makes sense to me that money should pay for machines and medicine that mak...
I do this thing every once in a while/every weekend where someone asks me to do something that sounds awesome, and I'm all, "Yes, I can do that!" Like going wreath shopping at Bartram's Gardens. And then someone asks me to do something else, like watch a Star Wars Marathon in Allentown, and I say, "Um, YES, I can do that, too!" And then it happens a third time - you get invited to your wife's uncle's holiday party in Jim Thorpe, for example. Normally it stops at three because I'm not really all that in demand, but sometimes one of those events also calls for an additional activity. Like bringing some Star Wars-themed food with you, for example. And I'm fucking Queer Martha so I'm like, "I'll make an Ananas Bourdaloue cause that looks like something you would find in Coruscant and also looks like an insane amount of work."
Then, suddenly, it's Friday and you are wondering why you feel so stressed out when you have a weekend of exciting things to look forward to.