Social Media Has Gone Crazy…

Social Media Has Gone Crazy…

I used to enjoy Twitter because with somewhat impaired vision it was easy to hold the iPad mini close to my face and either read, RT, or send a tweet. With a limit of 140 characters it was simple and didn’t require Siri or a dictating app. It took awhile but I finally had the settings adjusted so that gruesome animal photos didn’t appear in my timeline. I basically use Twitter for funny memes and K9 tweets. It became nasty leading up to the election in November and downright vicious after the election results. People seemed to divide based on political affiliation. Many from both parties had their Twitter accounts suspended because of hateful tweets. Social media brewed morally repugnant extremism; conspiracy theories, pedophile rings, white supremacy, Satanic rituals, fake news and Pizzagate. Users quickly divided into two groups ~ the libs and the alt-right.

 

And I still haven’t figured out  Pepe the Frog  except it belongs to the alt-right.

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The alt-rights are also referring to themselves as the Deplorables and the liberals are being called Snowflakes. I’m clueless on both.

The alt-right are joining a new social media site called Gab  which promises no censorship. Someone told me there was a several week wait; I took a pass as it just doesn’t appeal to me.

I’ve never been a heavy social media user. Never felt the need to post a breakdown of my daily routine on the internet. I’m not saying it’s wrong but rather it’s just not for me.

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I actually began to enjoy blogging for the short time before my “eye surgery gone wrong”.

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Now it takes twice as long (if not longer) because the dictating app doesn’t “get” my accent. I’m not offended however because most Mainers don’t understand me either.

So I’m counting down the days till my right eye is repaired on Jan 31 and praying they don’t make my next appointment 3 months out. Sasha saw the vet today and he told me that because of a severe storm warning for Tuesday, his dentist’s office called to reschedule an appointment he made months ago. His new appointment? June! At least I now it’s not just me.

Why Are Americans So Angry?

Why Are Americans So Angry?

In 1789 George Washington, as the first president of the United States, gave his inaugural speech in New York. In 2016 Republican Donald Trump was elected our 45th president and on Jan 20, 2017 gave his inaugural speech in Washington DC. Both during the ceremony and long after, our nation’s capital was full of protesters. Today there is the Women’s March on Washington 2017 which is a massive march calling on supporters to fight and oppose the Trump administration. Live media coverage  report there is half a million women at the Capital Mall in addition to flooding the streets of Washington.

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I don’t have an issue with protests because throughout history civil unrest  has often led to much-needed change. What I do take umbrage to is civil disobedience. Breaking storefront windows, bank windows, jumping on cars until the windshields are shattered and setting trash cans and cars afire ~ this helps your cause how? I’d really like someone to explain to me because I don’t understand how destruction of property and attacking innocent people furthers a political agenda or for that matter, any agenda!

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Democrats and Republicans have become more ideologically polarized than ever. If there was any doubt the violent, flag burning protests immediately following the November 8 election then again on Inauguration Day certainly dispelled them. We are a country divided unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed which begs the question ~ why are Americans so angry?

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According to Washington DC police, protesters threw rocks and bricks at police. Six D.C. police officers were injured during the altercations. 217 protesters were arrested.

Even worse were the vitriolic social media posts made by adults about Trump’s 10-year-old son Barron. No matter which party you support, children are off-limits. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Yet here is a Tweet by Katie Rich, a SNL writer.

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Why? What kind of responsible adult would post such a sick joke about a child? And she wasn’t alone.

Two of these people refer to themselves as “professional writers”. Of what? Bathroom humor? And why? Because their candidate lost? Every election year someones candidate  loses yet America doesn’t see these kinds of violent and cruel acts.

It shouldn’t matter what your political party, nothing condones this behavior because to  engage in it YOU become the uncivilized one. YOU become the very thing you protest.

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Blue, aka mainebluedog, Needs Help…

Blue, aka mainebluedog, Needs Help…

I’ve written about a pit bull puppy named Blue, aka mainebluedog, several times. He was found with his muzzle taped in the mountainous and heavily wooded terrain of Maine at Sunday River Ski Resort on October 2, 2015. Miraculously he was discovered by resort security who called animal control. She in turn immediately took the puppy to Bethel Animal Hospital which is owned by Dr. Gary Stuer, one of Sasha’s veterinarians. He and his staff went to work trying to save as much of the puppy’s lips, mouth and facial tissue as possible.  They estimated he was only between 5-6 months old!  The authorities were notified and the HSUS announced a $5,000 reward however over a year later the monster that did this to an innocent and defenseless puppy has yet to be found. The investigation and reward both remain open.

This is very similar to what the area would have looked like the first week in October.

 

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After staying at Bethel Animal Hospital for nearly one month, the puppy now named “Blue” was adopted by a wonderful family from Maine. Because of the open investigation, they have remained anonymous to protect Blue. Everyone has respected their request for anonymity and continues to do so. Because of the widespread media coverage, many people were interested in Blue so his new family set up an Instagram account hence the name “mainebluedog”. Just looking at the photos and video clips show how very loved he is. I don’t know their names; I reached out to them via his Instagram asking permission to write more about Blue and use some of their photos to which they kindly agreed.

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Blue is a very active (you will see for yourself on his Instagram video clips) and well-travelled fellow.  His family noticed that he was limping and took him to their veterinarian. It was discovered that Blue has Medial Compartment Disease in his elbows. The preceding link provides a good overview of the disease as it’s actually composed of several different conditions. Blue is under the care of a veterinary specialist and in mid-December had his elbows scoped. He currently has some restrictions on his level of activity thus the Boo Mobile.

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Blue had his follow-up appointment on December 29 and his Mom reports that the appointment went well but he’ll remain on exercise restriction for several months at which time they will discuss his progress with the specialist and see what the next steps are.

As you can imagine, the type of specialty treatment Blue needs is expensive. Whether or not surgery will be needed remains to be seen. A friend of Blue’s family has kindly set up a fundraising page to help with expenses,  Help Blue Get Back On His Feet.  His story is also featured on the The Dodo!

 

Blue has such an indomitable spirit and supportive, loving family that I’m confident he’ll meet any challenges head on. However everyone needs a bit of help at times and I can’t think of a more worthy cause than Blue’s health. This poor boy hasn’t even reached two and has already endured such trauma. When I think of him as a mere puppy, alone in the woods with his muzzle taped shut my emotions are polarized; I’m thankful that he was found because I’m sure he would have died. At the same time, I’m disgusted by the sadistic and cruel person who committed such a barbaric act against a living, sentient being.

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When my GSD Sasha developed her unique medical issues, there were times I wouldn’t have been able to fully provide what she needed if others hadn’t helped me. It would give me immense pleasure If I can help pay it forward for Blue.

Please consider making a donation to Blue’s fundraiser  Help Blue Get Back On His Feet.; I assure you any amount will be appreciated. Also, if you would kindly share his Go Fund Me link within your social media and email circles it would go far in helping reach the goal.

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I last wrote about Blue on October 17, 2016 in a post called A Little Joy After My Bleak Posts Of Late…  At the bottom of that are three links to my initial posts which were part of a blog challenge. All four posts have additional links and photographs.

Blue’s a pretty funny boy don’t you agree?

 

In closing I’d like to explain how I chose the cover photo because I found it significant. Blue is relaxed in the snow looking towards the mountains. Although they aren’t the mountain where he was found, had things turned out differently he wouldn’t have this wonderful life.

“Saving one dog will not change the world, but surely for that one dog, the world will change forever.”
 ~Karen Davison (The Perfect Companion)

Happy New Year To Us….

Happy New Year To Us….

Another year gone and a new one started. Same as every year; takes a few weeks to automatically write 2017 on our checks instead of 2016. Resolutions made; some will be kept and some ~ not so much. Another year added to our age and if there are still children in the house, another year closer to their tweens, high school or leaving the nest. Some of us may lose an aging parent, a job, become engaged, marry or even  or divorce. The year is a bit over one week old so essentially a blank slate.

Anyone who reads my posts surely must recall what I’m looking forward to. My seven months overdue Botox for Migraine injections which I’m thrilled to say I received on January 2 and already booked my 3 month appointment. Now I’m counting down the days till January 31 when I have the vision in my right eye corrected with a simple laser treatment. That still won’t restore my near vision and I can’t make an appointment for my left eye until the right one is done. I also can’t make an appointment for a refraction (eyeglass fitting) until both eyes are done. Whenever I have the refraction done I’m getting measured for contact lenses because losing my near vision overnight isn’t working out too well for me. I haven’t knit or read a book since the winter of 2015-2016 ~ one year ago. I’m up to the highest strength of cheater glasses so hope this can be finished up as soon as possible. But I have the January 31 appointment so I’m trying to stay positive. It’s progress albeit it small.

My biggest dilemma of this year actually came on Christmas night but it took until January 1 for me to process it and decide how to move forward.  My best friend’s (since I moved to Maine) ex-husband with whom she maitained a good relationship  was killed in a single car accident the morning of December 20. He was a bit pompous and a womanizer which is why they divorced many years age, sharing custody of their only son. However he was an excellent physician who was in charge of the local ER for 18  years. He went on to implement new programs for the rural community, started a health center in an extremely rural area then went to work overseas with Doctors Without Borders where he worked on missions in South Sudan, Ethiopia, Kenya, Uganda, Nigeria, Malawi, Sri Lanka and the Congo. He risked his life volunteering to care for Ebola patients in West Africa four times. I learned about the accident approximately 2 hours after it happened but waited till the afternoon to call her even though I knew afternoons were not the ideal time to speak to her. My friend drinks. She doesn’t talk about it nor does she stagger  or fall. She always has a Nalgene bottle with her sipping  water. However around noon she replaces the water with white wine and unless you talk to her you’d never know. When I had a legal matter my attorney spoke to her around 3pm and she spoke jibberish. At first I made an excuse for her but then I told him the truth. We had an understanding that if she was called to testify it would be early morning. Whenever my phone rang in the afternoon and I saw it was her number I wouldn’t answer. I simply cannot tolerate talking to someone who is drunk.  They make no sense at all and I find it beyond irritating. When I called her that afternoon as soon as she answered I knew she’d been drinking. She said “Hey he’s dead, what can you do? That’s life.” She assured me she was fine and didn’t need anything. I called her twice more in the next few days; the first time it went to voicemail and the second time I reached her on Christmas Eve morning.  Again, she was calm but in the years I’ve known her she never was a very emotional or demonstrative person.  I told her to please let me know when the memorial service was and we left it at that. On Christmas night  my daughter was driving home from the 6pm church service when her phone rang.  It was my friend. She demanded to know what was wrong with me. My daughter was confused and said “Well she can’t see very well”.  My friend went on and on about how she was dealing with a traumatic event in her family and couldn’t deal with “your mother’s stuff”.  My poor daughter was dumbfounded as she was sitting in the great room both times I was able to reach my friend. She had no idea what she was talking about. Being a rural area, there are dead cell spots every mile or so and the connection kept getting lost. My friend called back several times even more irate because of the dropped calls. The next time their call dropped she called back and was particularly nasty telling my daughter “I’ve had enough. Don’t ever call me again.” My daughter came in the house and asked if I had talked to my friend and I told her not since the  day before and asked why. When she told me I was shocked. I couldn’t figure out what I could have possibly said when we spoke that could have caused her to react like this a day later. To say I was upset is an understatement because I felt like a little girl again. Getting into trouble but not knowing what for. It really troubled me for nearly the entire week, causing insomnia and angst. I contemplated calling her and asking what I did to upset her. Then I thought I should call and apologize ~ but for what?  On January 1, 2017, I had my first clarity and told myself no. That I’d simply had enough. I am tired of being someone’s “punching bag” just because they’re mentally ill,  jealous or drunk. It started with physical abuse before I even began kindergarten and I am still allowing people to do it. So I blocked her number on both my phone and my daughter’s and haven’t lost any more sleep nor thought about it.10205960966445531

I’m not sure how I feel about her; I’m not angry but I’m not sad or upset. And I definitely don’t feel guilty which is a rather big step for me. I guess if I had to define my feelings I would say I’m done feeling guilty and done apologizing just to “please” someone else. I can’t guarantee I won’t feel guilty about something in the future, but right now I’m content to leave the past behind. Instead I’m enjoying the snow and …..

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looking ahead to getting my vison back.

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O holy night the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth

O holy night the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth

Simply beautiful from my friend Alafairxvx’s blog…

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Have a blessed Christmas and  Peaceful New Year
December 25, 2016

O holy night the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angels’ voices
O night divine
O night when Christ was born
O night divine o night
O night divine

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angels’ voices
O night divine
O night when Christ was born
O night divine o night
O night divine

Ooh yes it was
Ooh it is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
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My Life Has Become An Old Country Song…

My Life Has Become An Old Country Song…

I don’t even now where to begin anymore for it seems that every day something else goes wrong. Still waiting for my January 31, 2017 appointment for YAG procedure  (but only one eye) to remove the scar tissue. The office can’t even give me a general idea of how long before the second eye is done. Then I have to go back to be fitted for glasses and the way they book far in advance I’m thinking that won’t happen until March or April. Meanwhile I have to keep replacing the cheater glasses as my vision worsens. I’m currently at the next to the strongest strength and have to practically have to hold something directly in front of my face to be able to read it. Then of course there’s the green circles and arches that appear every time I look directly at a light. Visual disturbances have always been a primary trigger for migraines so it’s like a vicious circle. I don’t want to keep the lights dimmed because of Sasha’s impaired vision so I basically try to avoid looking at lights or lamp fixtures. I don’t go out unless it’s to the doctors so haven’t left the house since Dec. 6.

When I saw the new neurologist on December 2, I was told his staff would call me as soon as they got the preauthorization for the Botox  injects for migraines (it’s very expensive so needs a PA). They also said that once they had the PA they’d get me right in because I  haven’t had Botox since June 13 and it’s supposed to be given every 3 months. I’ve been getting Botox for several years and my insurance company approves in 48 hours max. Since my appointment was on a Friday I hoped to hear from them no later than the following Thursday, Dec. 8. Nothing. So I called their office on Monday Dec 12 and after speaking to two different people was transferred to “Chrissy”. Left a VM for her around 10 am but no callback. Long story short I called every day and always had to leave a VM. On Thursday Dec. 15 I called and instead of the elusive Chrissy’s line I chose the prompt for making an appointment. Told the woman my story and upon checking my file she didn’t see anything about the Botox PA. I called again on Friday Dec. 16 and used a line I haven’t used in several years. Once again I chose the prompt for making an appointment and when a woman answered I offered my condolences on Chrissy’s death then asked to be connected with whomever took her place. The woman was quite shocked and said “Chrissy’s not dead!!!”. I started my response in a sickening sweet voice I break out from time to time and said “Oh dear me, I must apologize then because I surely thought she was. Followed that with full bitch mode by saying “Why else would someone fail to return nearly a dozen phone calls? What other reason could there be for such egregious incompetence? And by the way, will you send me an application because I’ve always wanted a job where I did nothing yet collected a paycheck”. She was really rattled but assured me she would get a message to Chrissy. I laughed and said that may be but she wouldn’t call back. She said she’s send the message from her terminal to Chrissy’s. Then I told her to add that IF Chrissy called back she would be reaching an advanced practice nurse so don’t even try to give me any BS “because that won’t float”. I didn’t even bother waiting to see if Chrissy (whom I’d decided may not be real) to call; I called my insurance company who has always been wonderful to work with. Upon checking the file and phone log, she told me someone from the neurologist’s office called on Tuesday Dec. 6 but something must have come up as they said they would call back in a minute. The insurance company said there was no record of a callback. I really had to fight to hold back tears at this point as I was beyond frustrated. The insurance company said they would have their pharmacy department reach out to the office and that she personally would reach out. By the way, never did hear from Chrissy that day. Om Tuesday Dec. 20 the same woman from the insurance company called at 9am. She started off ny asking if the neuro’s office had contacted me and I said no. She said that both she and the pharmacy department left VM’s the previous week and they had not been returned either. She asked my permission to open up a case so they could track this providers office and of course I said yes. She also suggested I call the office to at least make the appointment for the injections as they had approved them. Lo and behold  before I had a chance to call the neuro’s office they called me. After I got up from the floor where I had collapsed in shock, Chrissy told me she had taken a few days off the previous week. I won’t bore you with the details of what I said but it wasn’t pretty. She countered with “I was waiting on your insurance”. I followed up with something that also wasn’t pretty. She told me she had good news for me though ~ she had my appointment date. January 2, 2017. I was like WHAT?????? So by the time I get the injects it will be 7 months since I last had them and I’ll be so far off schedule that they won’t be effective until the second set of injections in April. I’m going to get them in Jan. but have already started looking for a different neurologist. He might be great but his staff is hands down the worst I’ve ever encountered and since moving here I’ve met my share of rude and incompetent medical support staff. I’m just not putting up with this nonsense all the time. Before I bid a farewell to Facebook I met a woman in a GSD group from Maine. We struck up a casual conversation and then I didn’t see her for a few days. When she came back online she said she’d had a “breakthrough” migraine. Not knowing what type of medication she took I told her of the good results I’d had with Botox. She said that she gets the injects every 3 months in Worcester MA. I remember being shocked as from her location to Worcester is over 250 miles and a 4 hour drive ~ one way! I wondered why she would travel so far but after my “Maine Botox Experiences (yes plural) I think I can understand. I initially made an appointment with a neuro in Lewiston (same city the current one is located) in 2011. They booked me out over 7 months which put me into 2012. A week before my appointment the office called to say they had to cancel my appointment as the neuro was out. I said let’s book it NOW. Then they said they didn’t know when he’s be back. Very odd. I called a week later and they said he was still out. A few weeks later I received a letter saying he had left the practice but they would be contacting me within 10 days to schedule me with one of the other providers. Yes you guessed it ~ they never called. Then I made an appointment with a pain treatment center that  did Botox for Migraines. Also in Lewiston which is 55 miles one way.  Now Botox has to be refrigerated so you pick it up from the pharmacy on the way to the appointment and keep it in a small cooler bag. First visit went well. The second visit I picked up the Botox and we were about 15 miles from Lewiston when I received a call  from the office saying that Dr. XYZ “doesn’t feel comfortable doing Botox and would prefer you book with Dr ABC”. I said “Are you kidding me? My appointment is in less than 30 minutes, you KNOW I live over an hour away, and Dr. XYZ decides NOW that’s he not comfortable dong Botox???”. I had to go the following week to see Dr. ABC whom I actually liked better. Saw him 2 more times and bam! The pain center closed. At this point I gave up on Botox I really did. Then a few months later I was driving down a road in the town closest to me (16 miles away) when I saw something that made me slam on the brakes. Hanging outside a medical building was a shingle for the neuro I had to wait over 7 months for and then he poofed from the practice! I jotted down his phone number, made an appointment and got in within a few weeks. He’s the one who’s been giving me injections until he announced this past August that he was closing his practice in September and relocating to Kentucky. I swear to God this is so bizarre I couldn’t make this up as I’m not that creative. And as I said in a previous migraine post, the states are clamping down on doctors so to get a small prescription for pain medication is like pulling teeth with a pair of tweezers ~ virtually impossible.

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I am most definitely not in the holiday spirit. It was with great reluctance that  I put a tabletop fiber-optic tree out today and called it good. It’s hard to be “ho ho ho” when you can’t see the floor, you’re terrified to walk outside lest you fall because you can’t see the ground and lights cause visual disturbances which in turn triggers a migraine. Extremely stressful and it’s gotten to the point where I don’t even want to see anybody. In the past when I was stressed or feeling pressured I turned to books or knitting but haven’t done either in over  year. I was dreading Christmas anyway because my mind has been drifting back to last Christmas. Our dear friend spent the day with us and following dinner we sat in the great room with the fire crackling and watched movies. I was still very upset over the death of my dog on November 5 and it was his sarcastic humor that got me through both Thanksgiving and Christmas . Yet for some unknown reason I never took a single picture either holiday and after he committed suicide in April 2016  I’ll never have that opportunity again. He was our adopted family member; we spent every holiday together. It’s more difficult than I’d imagined.

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So I spend my days just piddling around, use the dictating app on my laptop to write a blog entry or Siri on my iPhone to make a call for me. The dictating app hasn’t mastered my NY accent so I have to try and manually correct the apps interpretation of some of my words (don’t even ask). And Siri the brat. Took me 2 years with my previous phone to train her and now I have to start all over again. Just today I told her to call “Mt. Blue Pharmacy” to which she replied “I don’t see a listing for your mother”.

Since this has been such a whiney post I’ll end with something funny. I have the new iPhone 7 but have only set up the most basic features until I can see better. There’s a new feature that, when enabled, lets you say “Hey Siri” and she’ll answer. The other night for the heck of it I said “Hey Siri”. The response was definitely a Depends moment. Siri said “I can’t talk right now as I’m having a staring contest with iPhone 7 Plus and I think I’m winning”.

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Maine: The Way Life Should Be ~ NOT…

Maine: The Way Life Should Be ~ NOT…

The hour is quite late so I’m deviating from my normal style of posting because I am so disturbed by what I heard on the news as I walked past the television that I am unable to rest. I realized after hearing the story on WGME 13, a CBS affiliate station covering Maine, that I live in a state where the very agencies created to help those in need often turn a blind eye ~for months. While this story may not be a graphic murder scene or the never-ending election debates, it nonetheless is truly unconscionable especially now, in the season of giving, kindness and faith.

The cover photo for this post is one of the first things one sees upon entering the state. Similar signs dot the major highways as well as secondary roads. I even photographed a weather worn sign on the Appalachian Trail in 2015.

I think the meaning behind the slogan is that life in Maine is perfect and perhaps to some it is. I personally find it less than ideal and honestly cannot wait to leave. The state and I have, shall I say, a mutual dislike for each other. I’ve grown weary of the never-ending sound of gunfire, of chasing hunters off my clearly marked property every year, of picking up empty beer cans, burned out firecrackers and an occasional condom from my private river area. Tired of making a doctor’s appointment only to be scheduled 4-7 months out. I’m done.

And what news report cold have angered me so much you wonder? Ir was a story of two women actually. One is a victim and the other the  CEO of KVCAP a non-profit organization that helps “hundreds of thousands of residents overcome the challenges of poverty”.

On your left is Peggy Lane, a homeowner in Central Maine who has been without heat since the beginning of November because her furnace broke and she doesn’t have the money to get a new one. Peggy has been living in extreme cold along with her small dog and her cat. Tonight the temperature is well below zero and the coldest on record for this part of December in 27 years. Peggy and her faithful companions have been making do with a small space heater and many layers of clothing and coats. On the left is Suzanne Walsh .CEO of  KVCAP. Her organization is aware of Peggy’s dire situation but recently advised Peggy  that they have to put her repair out for bid first. before they can help her due to federal regulations bah blah blah.

In desperation Peggy reached out to WGME’s I Team and today reporter Jon Crisos visited her. Here is the story:

“I’m just so cold” — woman without heat for weeks turns to I-Team for help

by Jon Chrisos

Friday, December 16th 2016

WEST GARDINER (WGME) — On this coldest day of the season, a West Gardiner woman doesn’t have any heat. Peggy Lane has been living in the cold in her home for more than a month now and it’s all because of a fight over her boiler. “It’s been a nightmare, it’s just been a complete nightmare,” Lane said.  As the wind whips outside, frost covers the windows of her home. “I’m really cold, and I’m miserable, but I’m just trying to get through this the best I can because I know people have it worse than I do,” Lane said. She said she hasn’t had any heat since early November when her boiler cracked and leaked all over the basement. Since then she’s been trying to get low-income assistance to replace it. “Obviously I do not have the money or I would put the boiler in,” Lane said.

She got a letter Thursday from KVCAP, which administers federal funding, telling her they could help, but would have to put the project out to bid.

“I’m just so cold. People shouldn’t live like this; it’s not right,” she said.

Lane called the CBS 13 On Your Side I-Team to see if we could help.

We asked KVCAP if there’s a process for emergency heating assistance.

KVCAP CEO Suzanne Walsh called back to explain based on funding rules, they’re required to get the lowest price for every project.

“We have to operate under very strict guidelines because we’re ambassadors of federal funds,” Walsh said.  However, after talking with Maine Housing, she said they’ll now work to expedite the bid process and get the boiler replaced.

“We definitely want to work the homeowner and make sure she is warm and safe,” Walsh said.  KVCAP also told us they’d send over some larger space heaters and would start getting bids Friday.

If you need heat help, Maine Housing suggests you apply for the Low Income Home Energy Assistance Program (LIHEAP).

As of Friday, we’re told 32,700 applications have been processed in Maine and the average benefit so far this heating season is $732.

 

This is truly one of the saddest stories I have heard in many a year. It’s also inexcusable.