For most of my adult life I thought that the phrase “out-of-pocket” meant paying in cash, often without an expectation of reimbursement. As in, “I went to the bar and bought you guys a round and now I’m out-of-pocket fifty bucks.” It’s also how to describe a cash outlay for healthcare deductibles or copays that aren’t reimbursable from your health insurance provider. As in, “After I pay my deductible, my out-of-pocket costs will be a few hundred bucks.”
But when I spent a few years living and working in Dallas, Texas, I learned that it had a completely different meaning — in Texas, anyway. It meant being out of reach, especially while shirking one’s official duties. As in, “I’m going to be out-of-pocket for the next few days, so don’t bother calling or texting me.”
So why am I telling you this? Well, it’s because starting tomorrow, I’m going to be out-of-pocket for the next week. We are having out-of-town guests staying at our place and my wife and I will be playing unofficial San Francisco Bay Area tour guides. Thus, I will be running around hither and yon showing off to our guests all that this city and the surrounding areas have to offer, leaving me very little time to post, read, and respond to comments, or to read and comment on other bloggers’ posts.
The good news is that I have scheduled in advance my daily FOWC with Fandango one-word prompts. But the bad news is that I may miss other prompts that I normally post each week. And I will also likely miss responding to the word and photo prompts from other bloggers.
But I should no longer be out-of-pocket by next Thursday or Friday, unless you count the money I shelled out-of-pocket in my hosting duties. So, until then, keep the home fires burning for me.