Fasten Your Seatbelts!!! It's Gonna Be A Bumpy Ride!!!
Tomorrow (as in Tuesday, December 12, 2017), I'm going to be turning 65 years young!!!
That is, unless I grow 64 years OLD before tomorrow.
Today's main theme is going to be paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, etc...etc...etc...etc...etc...etc...etc...etc...etc...etc..........with the main theme of the paperwork being going over a year+ full of bank statements and so-forth to prove to Uncle Sam that I haven't been receiving S.S.I. that I'm not entitled to get...
Are we having FUN yet!?!
My estimate is that I can get this done in a day's time once I'm able to call my bank to set up something where I can view my statements from home using my computer.
I will then hand-copy the information onto forms.
My birthday will be celebrated by doing laundry and tying up any loose ends that I haven't tied up by tonight (though I'm expecting said loose ends to be tied up by tonight).
Anyway, Uncle Sam can rest assured that the so-called Welfare Queen (who is, more times than not, just something constructed from the material from which urban legends are made) definitely doesn't live here.
I'm not driving a Mercedes. My 2002 Pontiac Montana has been undriveable since August of 2014 (and BARELY driveable even before then) and is being kept at a friend's farm until I can afford to get it fixed.
I can count on the fingers of one hand (with fingers left over) how many times I've been in an upscale restaurant during the past 4 years -- and those times were made possible by my cousins who treated me.
Fortunately, I received enough money last year to help me get some (though not all) of my debts paid off and to even pay ahead on some of my living expenses for awhile. However, I'm now back to relying solely on my S.S.I. check again. In fact, I've been relying on my S.S.I. alone for most of this year.
There's more to this story, but I'll save it for writing in my notes to the people who are trying to get me out of this sticky situation.
My choice would be to get to the place where I was actually making enough of an income to no longer have to rely on S.S.I. However, I'm definitely not there yet.
Anyway, this is the week that I turn 65, and I'm still wondering how time has flown so quickly between now and three months before the picture illustrating this entry got taken...