Friday Roundup

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.

Black Elk

Miss Minga always has to be near me so I set up a little cushion for her to sit beside the computer. She preferred to sleep.

Oh my, what a quick week this was. Was it because I was back online? Or perhaps because I did manage to get out this week. Probably a combination of both. It has been a week of accomplishment and victory. My son's legal issue was resolved, and hubby has followed up with SSD and received the best news. His monies should be cleared in two weeks. Turns out that it was held up because someone KEYED in the wrong information, just as someone had done to my son. Hubby has been approved for his physical issues--emphysema and glaucoma, but someone made a mistake and  keyed in that he was approved for mental illness, and they had to interview him to see if he was mentally stable enough to handle his money or if he needed someone to manage his finances for him. Now that he has proved he is mentally stable, they will release his retroactive to him.
 

On the other hand, my pension still lies in limbo. No one gives me any information. Instead they pass a message, so they say, to a supervisor who never calls me. I just feel so flustered and know I need legal help, but just keep hoping that this, too, will be resolved. I really do have to stop giving them the benefit of a doubt and get off my fanny and get a lawyer on this.  I talk about it all the time, but don't take action. 
 

As far as accomplishments, I filled out an application for EPIC to help me with medical fees, sent my appeal for the late fee medicare is charging, and ordered tax forms from the IRS and the state. Amazing, after 50 years, this is probably the last time I will have to do this. The only reason I have to do it this year is because I worked half a year. I also chose a new doctor and set an appointment for early February. 

What a difference a week makes!  Last week I did nothing but mope around the house. SADD is losing its grip. Have to be sure not to let it regain control again.  I like this life much better.

Sunday is Imbolc.  Hooray.  It's been a brutal winter, and even though the cold days of Winter are far from over, Imbolc brings with a sense of hope.  It is a time of new beginnings and renewal, a festival of light that signals the return to the Sun.  This weekend I am hoping to come up with some new projects to begin.  I've been in this funk far too long.

See you all on Monday.  Have a wonderful, joy filled weekend. 

The dandelion lights its spark
Lest Brigid find the wayside dark.
And Brother Wind comes rollicking
For joy that she has brought the spring.
Young lambs and little furry folk
Seek shelter underneath her cloak.

W. M. Letts