Well, if that doesn’t post your toasties.
I fell asleep on the couch last night with the TV blaring away just a few feet away from my head. That’s not unusual, as anybody who knows me will tell you, but my awakening was a bit odd. Those annoying foul mouthed kids from South Park jarred me into consciousness around 8 a.m. so I got up, went to make coffee and headed to the basement since the main floor facility was occupied. As I sat their pondering the busy day ahead, I noticed how unfulfilling my slumber had been. Then, upon my return upstairs I began a personal journey into the Twilight Zone. There must be a storm moving in, I thought, because it had gotten so dark. I went into the bedroom and was surprised to see Linda reading her electronic book instead of the newspaper. “Ready for a cup of coffee?” I asked. “I better not,” she said, “It’ll keep me awake.” “No paper this morning?” I said. “What are you talking about? Are you alright?” “Wait a sec,” I said, is it morning or night?” The HyVee sweet corn must contain the same sleep inducing chemical found in turkey because I had dozed off right after consuming a few ears for supper
So, that’s how I came to have an extra 12 hours added to my life which has been in a time warp ever since we returned from 13 days in Alaska. Trouble is, it also means I now have twelve extra hours to fret about a visit to the Social Security office.
I received notice before we left that SS had overpaid me in 2010 and intended to recoup that deficiency by withholding my next two monthly checks. Ah, wait a minute. I NEED that money to, you know, live on.
I’m familiar with the issue that raised the SS red flag because I had to go to the Social Security office two years ago for the very same thing. Fortunately, the problem was, indeed, on the government’s end and straightened right out with no loss of money or hair for me. I don’t know why their records do not reflect my earlier appeal and settlement. I mean, it’s the United States Government for cryin’ out loud. If we can’t trust the feds to properly handle our money who…….oh yeah, never mind.
I just dread sitting in that office with a bunch of other confused people waiting for my number to be called which will grant me an audience with the civil servant standing behind the counter who has the power to grant or reject my request.
Guess I’ll have another cup of evening coffee and plan a strategy.
As Linda will tell you, I can be pretty good at begging; even been known to coax up a few tears if necessary.
I’ll let you know.
Have a nice day…er, I mean nighty night.