Assisted Suicide

Washington state has first death under new suicide law

A 66-year-old woman from Sequim is the first person to die under the state's new assisted-suicide law.

                 http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2009251386_websuicide22m.html

The Loss Of Common Courtesy

This is a photo of a sign taped to the counter top, just to the left of the cash register, at the Pharmacy where I get all my prescriptions filled. 

The fact that they need this sign here makes me wonder about some people and there cell phones. I think that they wake up in the morning, put the headset on like a piece of clothing, and start talking through breakfast, and on through the day. There is another group that just loves to hear their new ring tone, and they will answer it, no matter where they are. In the restroom, in a restaurant, or during a transaction at the Pharmacy, the grocery store, or any other business.

There is another group who are always texting,(mostly younger folks), while walking down the street, waiting in the doctor's office, or sitting in a restaurant eating. Last week, I even saw a young man texting with his right thumb, while standing at a urinal in a public men's room.

I know there is more to this HIPPA or HIPAA rule than just the rudeness of using your cell phone while picking up your drugs, but the fact that they can't stop talking, or texting, for the five minutes it takes to make the transaction, is the reason they have to post the sign. 

Maybe some people should just have a cell phone implanted in their brain. Who knows, that just may be the next status symbol.

Here is a link that may shed some light on this HIPPA, (HIPAA) rule.

http://www.hipaacompliance101.com/hipaa-rules.htm

Where Has All The Farmland Gone

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful corn field, right in the middle of Illinois, with a road running right beside it, and everyday automobiles, and trucks would drive right past it, but nobody paid any attention to this beautiful corn field, except the farmer who planted it every year, and once the corn came up, even he was not seen until Autumn harvest. Year after year this cycle would continue, planting, harvest, planting, harvest.
Then one Spring the farmer didn't come to plow the field, so it just sat there, and pretty soon weeds began to come up in the field, and still passersby paid no attention, but sometime in late Spring, on a bright sunny Monday morning, all eyes were on the field, for right in the middle there were bulldozers, earth movers, and dump trucks. Right away they began to dig a huge oval shaped hole in the middle of the field. Then they began to lay out streets all around the hole, and run large drainage pipes from the streets into it. They then built large expensive homes all around the hole. Then the rains came, and the hole filled up with water, and became a lake. At the entrance they put up a real fancy sign that says, "Lake Meadows Estates"
Now, as I pass by, I always look at the "Lake", sometimes it's low, sometimes it's high, depending on the weather. Now the ducks and geese have taken to hanging out at the lake, and some stay all Winter. I often see the geese walking around on the ice, and I'm thinking, "Why doesn't somebody go down there and break the ice for those geese", but then I think, "You stupid geese, you should be in southern Mississippi, or The Yucatan with the rest of your buddies that went south", but there they are, them and the ducks. Then yesterday as I passed by I saw two ducks swimming together, and I could swear they were talking, one said, "It's a beautiful day isn't it", the other one said, "Yes it is, but aren't you a little afraid"? "Of what"? "Of people, look at all these houses around here". "Oh they can't come down here". "Why not"? "You see those signs that go all the way around the lake"? "Yeah", "Those signs say, Keep Out" "KEEP OUT, then how come we're in here"? "Cause we can't read". "Oh".