"Farm livin's where I'd rather be…"  Whoops wrong words, wrong song, wrong blog.

I have a close friend, let's call her "Beverly" who is living the COBRA life right now; which while expensive, isn't very pretty either.  The good news is that she is carefully considering Health Savings Accounts (HSAs) and will soon be coming over from the dark side into the land of Consumer Driven Health (CDH).

In the meantime, Beverly, who lives on the East Coast, has, for many months, been in a battle with her aging mother who lives on the West Coast.  She went out to visit her mom many months ago, and found both Mom and Mom's home of 50 years coming apart at the seams. Her once "Leave it to Beaver" house was looking more like The Clampett's first home.

If you are dealing with aging parents right now,  does this might sound familiar?  After unsuccessfully trying to help Mom get her house in order, Beverly finally cajoled her into driving back East for "a visit."  Reluctantly, Mom acquiesced.  Once back East, she began putting daughter Beverly through large stress.  For simplicity, let's just call it Hell. 

Mom waffled between staying with Beverly, moving into an apartment, moving into an assisted living place, moving back home, moving into Beverly's car, joining the Peace Corps, and lastly, and this is my favorite, running for President and moving into the White House.  You get the drift….