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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

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On a given day on Blueberry Hill, the news can be slim to none and hardly anyone wants to read about the ‘none’ and not many about the ‘slim’. Today seemed different somehow. Down on the corner, where our road intersects with the main highway, there is a fairly large building that houses two businesses. The Spice and I went out to run some errands and as we approached that spot, I noticed something that looked sort of unusual to me.

This ‘something’ was in the form of two buzzards circling that corner. The larger part of the building houses a sporting goods store – guns, archery, fishing tackle and other associated equipment. In the smaller part of the complex, a beauty shop is located. As I pondered this phenomenon, I came up with two reasons that these two hunters of dead meat were soaring overhead.

First, either some exuberant patron of the sporting goods store had caused some small animal to assume ambient temperature just outside the place. Secondly, it might be that someone entered the beauty shop desperately in need of treatments and the buzzards were waiting to see if this member of the feminine persuasion survived the emergency. It was amusing to me – guess you had to be there. The Spice even chuckled a bit but probably more at me than at what I was amused about.

Our main errand was to go the post office and send off for a passport for the Spice. We had both come to this same location several weeks before and they had accepted my paperwork and sent it on to the proper place. The government agency sent it back to me saying that my birth certificate was not of the type they desired. I sent off to the state of Mississippi for the proper identification with the proper seals attached and got it back in about 8 days. This was sent back to the government and in less than two weeks I had my passport in hand.

They told the Spice that she had to have the proper birth certificate so she sent off to the state of South Carolina for this. Several long phone calls later, they told her that they had no record of her birth – I may have mentioned something to her about being hatched in a stump but that wasn’t appreciated very much. Armed with an official letter from South Carolina that basically stated they didn’t know who she was or where she came form, we went back to the post office.

Fortunately we took multitudinous other forms of ID they suggested and all this was finally sent off to the passport office. These things have been known to take some time but hopefully we can it back by April because I do not desire to go on our cruise alone. Red is not my favorite color, especially when it is the color of the tape the government has us involved in.

After another errand, we went by Chic-fil-a for a comfort food to soothe our jangled nerves – a milkshake for each of us. Something else soothes jangled nerves and lives and lot better than this – prayer. This powerful tool for the successful Christian life works every time it is actually tried. ec

6 Comments:

Blogger Anvilcloud said...

Sometimes little things get complicated eh? Best of luck with all of this. Hopefully you've done enough.

10/30/2007 07:10:00 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

My grandpa was in his early 70's before he was able to draw SS due to the fact that he was born in Indian Territory (OK) and didn't have a birth certificate. He had a really hard time finding someone who remembered that he was really born back in 1902. It was really funny in that he had not run into this problem when he applied for a SS card and paid into SS for over 50 years!

10/30/2007 10:50:00 AM  
Blogger mreddie said...

AC - Even if the feds agree to give her a passport, we still have to convince the state of South Carolina that the Spice was actually born. :)

brenda - It was odd that we had used the documents we had for all these years and thought they were sufficient. The Spice's birth had been written up on the certificate but never recorded. The government didn't mind taking your grandpa's money, they just didn't want to give him any back - so what's new, right? :) ec

10/30/2007 11:31:00 AM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Does that mean that Spice doesn’t really exist? That may be bad or it may be good news: not existing, she’ll never be buzzard meat.

10/30/2007 01:10:00 PM  
Blogger ancient one said...

Now my mouth is watering for a Chick-fil-A milkshake!!

I can imagine buzzards circling a beauty salon. Some of the perms smell horrible. LOL

10/30/2007 08:05:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

SSN - She is like a red-headed step-child to the government, they will take her tax money, but won't admit that she is real. Oh well, she's real to me and that's the most important thing.

ancient one - We have to limit our trips by Chick-fil-A because we want a shake every time we pass. It wouldn't be long before we wouldn't be able to get out of the vehicle. :) ec

10/31/2007 10:31:00 PM  

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