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::sighs:: Wish I could, but that image is celluloid history.
So, what's this about butts? Well, mine hurts because I was on it for far too long today. I had my brush with bureaucracy - but FIRST there was this little bit of reality of actually getting to see my case worker. I was supposed to be picked up by another "B" word (bus) at 12:50. Even though it was cool-ish out, I went to sit at the corner of the lane. And sat. And sat. And saaaaat. Thirty minutes went by - the minimum before I can inquire/complain. So the dispatcher said the bus is "really close to me". Usually that means it's not. But I went back up the lane. It finally showed up at 1:40 - and my appointment was for 2:00. Luckily I was the only passenger and the driver delivered me at 1:50. Whew. I saw my assigned case worker (she'd been ill the last time and her replacement was SO not pleasant). She was happy to have all of the documentation at her end for when I submit my completed disability application. And I told her I'm hard at work completing my yadda yadda gobbledy-gook I forget the official name self-report form (which I can't even see to read). So it was a very positive meeting and was over far before the 1 hour estimate. After that I waited, but at least I didn't have to worry about being late for anything. When the bus showed up, it was driven by an old fave and he got me home in mere minutes, even though it was after 4.
He dropped me off at the Filipino place and I ordered a feast. I got the blood sausage, menudo (a tripe dish), a whole small deep-fried fish, rice and rice noodles, along with a mango juice. Tony was very sweet and we spent a few minutes talking. It turns out either the owner (the visiting nurse) or another family member also collects used medical aids (such as wheelchairs, etc.) for Doctors Without Borders, fills a container with them and sends them overseas. You know, it brings tears to my eyes to know that - amid all the greed and self-promotion - there are people who direct their love and efforts towards those who have so much less.
Anyway, enough philosophy. I scurried home with my semi-expensive feast (oops, it was $17). I ate the whole fish: it had the consistency of Polish eel and I liked the salty crust. I also gobbled the rice noodles that had strips of carrot and peppers, probably other veggies, too. I sampled the blood sausage that was nothing like the Polish version. As was the menudo. So I may have to blot the excess oiliness from the blood sausage before adding to scrambled eggs. And I'll add freshly ground black pepper to the menudo to give it a more Polish flavour.
After I'd glutted myself to stupefaction (hee!), I had a lovely nap. Though my butt still hurts as I haven't regained the right way to sit in front of my computer. I guess my butt lacks ... memory. So, after I finish my mango juice, I believe I will slide back into bed. Because I deserve a fabulous sleep, yes I do!
So, what's this about butts? Well, mine hurts because I was on it for far too long today. I had my brush with bureaucracy - but FIRST there was this little bit of reality of actually getting to see my case worker. I was supposed to be picked up by another "B" word (bus) at 12:50. Even though it was cool-ish out, I went to sit at the corner of the lane. And sat. And sat. And saaaaat. Thirty minutes went by - the minimum before I can inquire/complain. So the dispatcher said the bus is "really close to me". Usually that means it's not. But I went back up the lane. It finally showed up at 1:40 - and my appointment was for 2:00. Luckily I was the only passenger and the driver delivered me at 1:50. Whew. I saw my assigned case worker (she'd been ill the last time and her replacement was SO not pleasant). She was happy to have all of the documentation at her end for when I submit my completed disability application. And I told her I'm hard at work completing my yadda yadda gobbledy-gook I forget the official name self-report form (which I can't even see to read). So it was a very positive meeting and was over far before the 1 hour estimate. After that I waited, but at least I didn't have to worry about being late for anything. When the bus showed up, it was driven by an old fave and he got me home in mere minutes, even though it was after 4.
He dropped me off at the Filipino place and I ordered a feast. I got the blood sausage, menudo (a tripe dish), a whole small deep-fried fish, rice and rice noodles, along with a mango juice. Tony was very sweet and we spent a few minutes talking. It turns out either the owner (the visiting nurse) or another family member also collects used medical aids (such as wheelchairs, etc.) for Doctors Without Borders, fills a container with them and sends them overseas. You know, it brings tears to my eyes to know that - amid all the greed and self-promotion - there are people who direct their love and efforts towards those who have so much less.
Anyway, enough philosophy. I scurried home with my semi-expensive feast (oops, it was $17). I ate the whole fish: it had the consistency of Polish eel and I liked the salty crust. I also gobbled the rice noodles that had strips of carrot and peppers, probably other veggies, too. I sampled the blood sausage that was nothing like the Polish version. As was the menudo. So I may have to blot the excess oiliness from the blood sausage before adding to scrambled eggs. And I'll add freshly ground black pepper to the menudo to give it a more Polish flavour.
After I'd glutted myself to stupefaction (hee!), I had a lovely nap. Though my butt still hurts as I haven't regained the right way to sit in front of my computer. I guess my butt lacks ... memory. So, after I finish my mango juice, I believe I will slide back into bed. Because I deserve a fabulous sleep, yes I do!
Tags:
- aggravation,
- bureaucracy,
- food,
- hope,
- life,
- pain,
- sleep