Because on a Sunday morning, more people can spare twenty minutes and half an ear. Before the purists start explaining how you would never waste precious time watching trash tv like the above, Alison Kraus comes out to back up Ms. Parton at around the 15min mark.
I’m starting to make lists for my This-Year-Dammit-Fewer-But-Better mail order tomato plant purchases. Who in the warmer climes have already started their seeds?
More nice cheerful stuff, from the Washington Post:
Breathitt County, Ky. — The envelopes began arriving in December across eastern Kentucky, one of the sickest and poorest corners of the country.
“Dear member . . . We want you to be healthy . . .” read the letter to Mary Combs, and with it came a plastic card representing the first insurance she ever had: a Medicaid plan made possible by the nation’s new health-care law, effective Jan. 1.
Nine days into the new year, the 41-year-old call-center worker headed to the health clinic on Highway 15. She saw a doctor about her chronic stomach ulcers, had her blood drawn for tests and collected referrals for all the specialists she had been told she needed but could never afford.
The next week, she saw a neurologist, who found lesions on her brain and prescribed medicine for the cluster headaches, which are also called “suicide headaches” for pain that is far more intense than a migraine and which Combs had been treating with an alcohol-soaked cloth wrapped around her head. She lined up a gynecologist for abnormal uterine bleeding and a hematologist for anemia and an ophthalmologist for an affliction she called “arthritis of the eye,” which was diagnosed on one of the rare occasions she decided to see a specialist, a $250 visit her husband paid for by selling his lawn mower.
“She got mad at that,” Johnny Combs said now, waiting in an exam room with his wife, who was back at the clinic again, this time for an earache she would normally treat with sweet-oil drops.
“Well, we needed that mower, too,” Mary Combs said, and soon the nurse practitioner arrived, and a new conversation began:
“Okay,” she said. “We are no stranger to these ear complaints.”
“No,” said Combs, who soon had another referral for an ear, nose and throat specialist, as Week 3 in the world of the newly insured carried on….
Goddess bless the ACA/Obamacare, imperfect as it may be!
Finally, for those of you whose greatest joy is schadenfreude, today’s most-tweeted non-SuperBowl story is liable to be the Washington Post‘s “Republicans Face 2016 Turmoil“.