the usps

we love them because they deliver the mail relatively reliably, not for their reading comprehension. i got an envelope back from my agency today, and it said “DO NOT FOLD” on it. right next to the fold where my mail carrier had shoved it through my mail slot.

fortunately, it was my birth certificate being returned; no great loss to have it be gently curved. should i ever need an entirely flat one, i’ll just order another one from the fair city of my birth, now that i know how to do that.

also, j at the agency said that i had forgotten to enclose the first two pages of my taxes. which i did in fact forget. whoops. now i have to figure out where i put those. i suspect they are in the not-very-well organized file cabinet. everything important to me is in there. somewhere.

well, hello there.

for some reason, i feel a little weird talking about this whole future kid thing on my regular blog, yet creating another easily googleable by my name blog seems fine. the brain is a strange place.

so, lo these many years ago, i was married. and i wanted a kid, and he didn’t. there are various other details, but that’s the important one for right now. we then got divorced.

i have spent a few years saving money, buying a house, getting a job that pays well enough and that i like well enough to stay at for a while, where while means years and years and years.

and now here i am, settled, and all of that, and i turned in the adoption application on july 3rd.

i am currently on hold until september first; i still have a housemate who will be moving out, so the options are have her do all the paperwork as well, or else wait until september first. so, i’m waiting. i’m using this time to practice being patient, as it’s never been my strong point, and i hear i’m going to need it.

besides, what’s waiting until september first when i’ve been waiting since 2002?

more later; i ought to head off to bed now.

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