The mail haul this evening was rather good, all things considered. Little Christmas cards, as yet unopened, from Dottie and Laura. Envelopes of different sizes from USAA, to me and/or to the Estate of——. Two envelopes from PA Vital Records, each with a new-style certified BC copy. They are bigger now, with blue background, and they list your parents’ names and your birthtime. I was expecting all sorts of holdups and frustrations with these, that being par for the course, and this being a funny time of year. And I was told to expect them after the first of January. But no, here they are, reprocessed with my December 14 application, posted on December 19, and they arrived on the 23rd. This means I should be able to change name shortly, unless I get snagged on that judgment.
Other reasons for upbeat thoughts: it does appear that as a survivor I might be able get my husband’s Social Security benefits. It’s not an awful lot, but certainly sweetens the pot. A few ifs there, the description online is ambiguous. Something to pursue next week, along with the ongoing missing-earnings saga.
Went to TMPL but didn’t do much. I felt tired. Drinking wine now, that’s good. Some frozen vindaloo from Westerly, where I stopped mainly to buy some cheap supplement that comes in capsules. This is for the erythromycin. Also baby arugula and more goat cheese. Am going to try for TMPL again tomorrow morning, open 7-12.
Tried to copy the Gordon Sharpe CD to iTunes but it didn’t work. It copied one track, less than a half of the disk. Why? Because it is not a DVD? Why can I not copy the disk image and take it from there?
Dottie’s at one pm tomorrow. I believe I won’t go to Joan Igoe’s. I will plead fragility.
Left message at Jamie Scanlan’s home phone, no callback yet. I think he’s dodging me. I’m going to have to go after Alicia.
A Little Later: Tried the Gordon Sharpe CD again and this time it worked. Only trouble is, it all appears as Track 1 and Track 2. I suppose that’ll be okay. Have it on my iPhone SE now.
