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A Story

June 9, 2016 at 9:20 am by Claudia

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Yesterday was unexpectedly amazing.

So, I have a little story to tell.

You remember my post about health insurance? That Don is now getting Medicare (as of June 1) and that our health insurance, purchased through the Affordable Care Act, had to be changed? The end result was that I had to change to an individual policy, which ended up being even more expensive than what we were paying for a ‘family’ policy – about $550/month just for me. Add to that the smaller amount that Don has to pay for Medicare Part B and we’re talking well over $600/month for healthcare.

Now I know many of you are faced with this challenge and some of you pay even more than this. I can only speak to our individual situation, which is that of freelancers who are basically on a fixed and very limited income and who have a hefty mortgage payment every month. When we move into a period like the present one, when neither of us has freelance work, our income is stretched to its limits.

So. On Tuesday I went to get the mail late in the day and saw an envelope from the Screen Actors Guild. (Don is a longtime member of 3 unions.) It was from their Health Care Plan with the words “Premium Notice.”  I was puzzled; we don’t have health care through the union, though we’ve had it in the past, because members have to earn a certain amount of money per year to qualify. Don wasn’t home from NYC yet, so I held onto it until he came in the door.

He opened it, and sure enough there was a bill for June, and then a list of upcoming quarterly payments. What? We hadn’t enrolled, could this have been sent to Don by mistake? Was it meant for some other union member? And Don was on Medicare, so surely he wasn’t qualified for this insurance anyway. We had a lot of questions.

We had to wait to call them until yesterday.

It turns out – and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from Don’s end of the conversation – that Don has qualified for a special Senior level of health insurance through SAG and will be qualified for it for the rest of his life.

And so will I.

I got on the other line and every question we asked was answered in the affirmative. Can Don be on Medicare at the same time? Yes. Whatever Medicare doesn’t cover, we will. Will we have to pay a larger amount in order to have my wife on the policy? No. Since you were both covered in the past, we’ve already factored your wife in and the monthly payment of $120 is for both of you.

(At this point tears were rolling down my face.)

You have Blue Cross. (The deductible is one-tenth  of what I was paying on my individual policy.) You have discounted prescriptions. You have dental coverage. You have vision coverage. You have an unbelievably low out-of-pocket amount – around $1000.

From me: And will this continue into next year? Yes. You mean I won’t have to sign up for ACA in January? No, you won’t have to do that.

You mean we only have to pay $120.00 a month and that’s it? Yes.

Still crying from the enormous sense of relief I was experiencing, I thanked her over and over again and told her this was the answer to a prayer.

Don and I were in different rooms, each of us on the landline. When the call finished, we ran to each other and hugged, stunned and amazed by this gift that had come out of nowhere.

We’d never received a notice that this was going to happen. We just received the bill. My only quibble – and it’s a very, very small one – is that now I have to cancel my insurance and do my best to get a refund of part of my payment since I’ve only been covered for a total of 8 days. I’ve already cancelled it and tomorrow I’ll call to discuss the refund. But heck, I’m happy to jump through a couple of hoops – I’m thrilled.

Isn’t this wonderful?  Don didn’t know such a policy existed. It was just given to us. We didn’t have to do anything to qualify – it has something to do with ‘pension points,’ whatever that means. We don’t care what it means, we’re just so grateful that Don’s pension points are at a level that qualifies for this.

We are so thankful. An answer to a prayer that I didn’t even know I’d made.

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We celebrated by buying some top soil for the memorial garden. That’s it. We’re being very, very frugal at the moment! We were so happy we didn’t even mind walking through the garden center in the rain! We didn’t have an umbrella and didn’t care.

It was such an emotional high that we sort of collapsed later in the day.

Isn’t that a great story?

Happy Thursday.

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Potpourri on Wednesday

June 8, 2016 at 9:30 am by Claudia

Lots to cover today!

First, thank you so much for the great discussion on yesterday’s post. It was fascinating and informative. Of course, there was the usual “You’ve lost a loyal reader” email. I respond to that sort of thing with my sincere best wishes and an acknowledgement that the reader is free to move on.

It does make me wonder, however, how anyone who has read this blog for any length of time – a daily  blog of 8+ years and one in which I think I have been transparent enough for you all to have a pretty strong picture of who I am –  could think I would ever  tolerate those ideas or that sort of speech? There is nothing anywhere in this blog that supports that kind of thinking; in fact, I have been pretty vocal about my feelings over the years. If you’re a “loyal reader,” surely this isn’t a shock?

Inclusion, not exclusion. Love, not hate. Tolerance, not intolerance. Civility, not incivility. Those issues have been covered repeatedly on this blog. And they will continue to be.

And I’ve never hidden the fact that I am a feminist and a proud one. So is my husband. We wouldn’t be together if he wasn’t. I don’t blame women for their husbands’ indiscretions and the reverse is also true. Just as I don’t blame the rape victim for the rapist’s actions. I don’t denigrate women or define them by their physical attributes. I want to see women rise to the top. We are more than fully capable. We can and will make this world a better place.

Okay. Let’s move on!

Yesterday, I continued working in what will be the memorial garden. Don had an audition in the city. Lots of digging, lots of rocks to uncover, but it felt so good to be out there working on this project. It was sunny and warm and, yes, I am happiest when I am outside working. I really love it.

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I love self-seeders, like this yarrow that has planted itself smack-dab in front of the Chicken Wire Fence Garden. Welcome!

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Feathery and delicate. There’s some coming up in the big garden bed, as well.

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I happened upon a listing on eBay for this music stand. It was a souvenir made for a NAME (National Association of Miniature Enthusiasts) National Houseparty that took place in Cleveland in 2011. It’s signed and dated by artist Tom Walden. It’s made out of walnut and is simply lovely.

No one bid on it but me, and I got it for $7.99! Isn’t it beautiful?

I thought it would be perfect for the Top Secret Project.

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Also included was a piece of music, though I have yet to put it on the stand. I like the idea of a mix of vintage and new in this studio and the music stand looks vintage, doesn’t it?

16 days and counting.

Today marks four months since we had to say goodbye to our beloved girl. Only four months, yet it seems like a lifetime. The other day a package arrived in our post office box from Shanna, a reader of this blog. I knew she was sending what she called a ‘small token’ of appreciation, but when I opened the package, I was stunned.

Shanna is an artist and she has been experimenting with machine embroidery. This is what she created:

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She has perfectly captured our girl. This is simply amazing, Shanna. It’s so beautiful! I’m going to frame it and it will live in a place of honor in our home.

She also sent along the preliminary sketch she made.

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Don wants to frame the sketch and I think we’ll hang it by his favorite chair, so he can feel she is right by his side.

Shanna, I wrote to you yesterday and I hope you’ve had a chance to read our heartfelt words. I can’t tell you how much this means to us, especially on this day. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

You’ve captured the look in Scout’s eyes, the way she held her head, the joy in every fiber of her being. Bless you. We are so, so grateful for your generous and compassionate gift.

Don’t forget to leave a comment on Monday’s book review if you want the chance to win a copy. I pick a winner tonight.

Happy Wednesday.

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Filed Under: flowers, garden. grass, gifts, miniatures, Scout, Top Secret Project, what I believe 44 Comments

Tuesday Thoughts

June 7, 2016 at 10:01 am by Claudia

• An insane amount of mowing took place yesterday, along with digging out a garden bed for the memorial garden, which led to yanking more weeds here and there, which led to two really tired gardeners at the end of the day.

And then I had a sleepless night. Well, not entirely sleepless, I did go to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, but I’m running on empty and two cups of Peets French Roast this morning.

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• This morning finds me pondering how there can be a candidate for the highest office in the land who embodies everything I was taught not  to do, everything my parents (and my church) said was morally wrong. Gordon and Shirley Hill raised me with a strong sense of what is right and wrong; you must respect others, bullying is wrong, there will be no name-calling, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, making fun of anyone is wrong, lying is wrong, judging someone as less-than because they have a disability is wrong, racism and prejudice are wrong, misogyny is wrong, xenophobia is wrong. I cannot help but think of my father right now. We talked politics a lot in his last years and he was appalled by what was going on. Oh, Dad, if only you knew just how much worse it’s become.

That we have a candidate who continuously and flagrantly says and does what, to me, is simply immoral and cruel and dangerous, yet somehow gets away with it, is a frightening commentary on our society. As Don said: Everything I grew up believing was right and kind and good and loving has been turned upside down and what I believe is morally wrong is being applauded.

For heaven’s sake, making fun of someone with a disability would have knocked him out of the race in any other year. He would been called out for that and his Presidential aspirations would have been dead in the water. Why was his obvious mocking of a reporter with a disability okay? Why do so many excuse that behavior? My nephew is disabled. Is his case different because he’s four years old and cute?

And what about the rest of it? The insulting tweets, the disparaging comments on women, the marginalization of anyone who is different, who believes differently?

Shame on everyone who turns a blind eye to that behavior. Shame, shame.

Though I respect different points of view, I’ll admit to having a very hard time with those who look away and excuse his comments with “He’s telling it like it is.” Really?  That’s not the way it is in my world, nor the world of those I know and love, nor will it ever  be that way in my world. So while I will continue to do my best to be respectful in the face of everything I despise and abhor – because my parents taught me that was the right way to behave – I will not like it. I will not tolerate it. I will not support it.

And in case you’re about to say you don’t want to read political commentary on my blog, it really isn’t political commentary. It’s a moral imperative. If I muzzled my very real fear of what we are becoming, I wouldn’t be honest with you, and most importantly, with myself. To not speak out is wrong. Gordon and Shirley didn’t raise me that way.

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• Since they’ll be gone very quickly,  let’s look at some peony and catalpa buds.

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Between the peonies, the wild roses and the catalpa flowers, we are in Heady Scent territory right now and we love it.

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• Check out the hollyhock! It’s already huge. I wonder how tall it will eventually get? The brown stem to the right is where last year’s flowers ended. It’s already taller than that and we haven’t even seen the beginning of the flowers. This self-seeder is a blessing.

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• I dug this out of the closet the other day. My next project. It’s 1:24, or half scale, so it will take up less room in our tiny cottage. I’m doing my research by reading all about other Fairfield builds, all the while thinking that I’ve never done anything like this before.

But I’m excited and eager to start in on a new project as soon as I’ve handed over the TSP to Don. June 24th, my friends. A big birthday for my husband and a big birthday for my nephew, Little Z. Yes, they share the same birthday! Isn’t that lovely?

Happy Tuesday.

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Filed Under: Don, flowers, garden, Top Secret Project, what I believe 108 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

I've worked in the theater for more years than I can count. I'm currently a voice, speech, dialect and text coach freelancing on Broadway, off Broadway, and in regional theater.

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