Monday, February 12, 2018
Me, Big Poppy and....
our trip to the Social Security Office.
Okay, so I'm thinking to some, this wouldn't be anything major. Just another thing that you schedule, do online or make a simple phone call. To us, it seemed rather monumental and a definite life decision (probably the same to most if they would admit it) so we decided we felt more comfortable making an appointment to go in a do a face to face.
I guess as I continue this story of a day in our life, you need to remember that it's me and Big Pops.
We are both from Small Town America. He's a Yooper. I have spent the better part of the last 45 years working from my home, Pops in the Oil Fields.
We live in the country, on a dirt road up until a couple years ago, now we live on tarvey.
We really wouldn't have it any other way. We are common folk and to us that's a good thing.
So, we get to our appointment. Both of us excited and nervous at the same time. Luckily we got the kindest, most patient young man to help us. He didn't act as if he thought any of our questions were dumb. He explained everything in common folk terms and within about 45 minutes time he had walked up through making what to us was a huge step in our life.
We make our way outside and hand in hand walk to the Blazer. I say, "well guess we just did it". He replies, "yup" and gives me a smile and a kiss. Then I make the mistake of saying, "gosh, I could hardly keep from crying in there, that's when the dams broke. Both of us, Big Ole Pops and Me, both standing there crying like a couple of crazies. We decide to take it to the car and pull ourselves together before those who can see us begin to wonder.
We need to make a stop at the Grocery just up the road a piece so we dry our eyes and manage the short trip. It was snowy and rather nasty but we managed the lot, got parked and with some small comment by one of us, we both started crying again. We gathered ourselves together once again, made it into the store and got what we needed. Outside we head. Obviously we hadn't gathered ourselves together quite enough because now, we can't find our vehicle. Finally after much searching we locate it about three rows over from where we thought it was waiting. Now we can't get the cart through the snow, so Pops pushes while I pull. We get the hatch open to transfer the groceries, he hands me the key and I promptly set off the car alarm. It took us close to a minute to figure that out at which time we finished the transfer and went into hiding in the Blazer.
This time we actually laughed, but in all honestly we both cried a bit more several times on the trek home and then cried like babies when we got home.
Most of our tears were joyful, happy to be making this transition to a new chapter of our lives.
A bit of sadness mixed in as we thought of our Dads, mine who passed at 62 and didn't reach this point of enjoyment. Pops Dad who did reach the age of 89 but because he was cheated out of many years of his SS earnings wasn't able to enjoy it at a younger age.
It seems almost surreal to both of us. Thinking we would never get to this point or when we did would we be able to swing it.
We have worked hard and tried most often to spend wisely. We aren't high maintenance and pray for good health so we don't become that way.
We shan't live like Kings and Queens but of course we don't want too...
we're Common Folk and proud of the fact.
Some of you might be rolling your eyes at this tale of our Life on the Lane and I hope I haven't bored you all to tears with it. I just felt a need to write about it.
The moral of my little tale....
If you should ever see a couple of common looking folk leaving the Social Security Offices only to break down in tears. Don't assume it's because they were denied or given bad news.
Remember our story and assume that they're crying tears of joy and relief and looking forward to this next chapter in their lives. A chapter that might seem a bit scary to step into but one that we're hoping will spell out a real adventure!
Follow along for the ride!!
Just Common Folk,
Big Poppy and Me
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