Fun, fun, fun

Over the last couple of days, I have had more fun than I can say. Insert old-fashioned sound of nails on chalkboard.

Here's a cute photo to offset the rest of the message (Josie at Rosenblatt field):

Sunday, I accosted my doctor at church to find out what had happened to the letter required for our files, the letter I had called about all week. Is this a mortal or venial sin to harass your doctor after mass? She was relaxed and pleasant--oh, I wrote that last week; check back first thing in the morning if there's a problem. Hmm, so why didn't the SW have it?

Sunday night, the SW said her home fax machine was broken. Sorry. We could email the letters instead.

Monday a.m., I called my doctor's office. They couldn't email the letter bc it wouldn't include the doctor's signature. No, of course not. I emailed the SW: I will pick up these letters in person and fax them to your agency.

Monday a.m., I also began my new/old job as a college English instructor. Spent the day running around--to the university, to doctors' offices, to Josie's school to eat lunch w/her class, to campus to fax doctors' letters. Teaching a morning and a night class bookended the day with an office hour in there somewhere.

John said he would drive to the social worker and her agency himself (150+ miles) to deliver the doctors letters if we couldn't get this settled.

Somewhere in there, the SW called me. Gosh, she didn't know what was going on, but her fax does work and it probably always did and she didn't know why her friend couldn't send her a fax so we should send everything to her. I said I would do as I'd said in my last email: fax the letters to her agency. I would also continue to fax to her home in case her machine did indeed work. And I would send physical copies by express mail or by my express service (John T Franklin) if that didn't work.


John's dr had the letter ready when I went by; mine couldn't find it (yes, I called first), but called me later, and I returned for it.


My fax to the SW's agency wouldn't go through. I called the agency. The fax number was wrong. I had included it in our emails when I told the SW I would fax her agency. Once I called the agency and had the correct numbers, the fax went through. Last night, SW also emailed that she had the faxes at home.


I don't know why that became so complicated, but it is almost over. Our agency proofreads; the SW and her supervisor sign it; it is sent to us where I have all materials assembled.


And then, hopefully, that nails-on-chalkboard sound takes a hike.