Three PM, and I’m just finally sitting down to write! I’ve been working since I got out of bed. While I was driving from my brother’s place to this campground, Clarence Faehnstock Memorial State Park, in Putnam County, One of my drawers opened while I was in motion, and tore the slider track off the cabinet on one side. Ball bearings all over the place. I’d suspect I forgot to close it past the latch, except that this has happened before, so I put it on my Pre-Flight Checklist. Once it was an underwear drawer, and once a drawer full of pots and pans, but neither of them self-destructed like this one did.
I had a few phone calls I needed to make, and was doing that as I set out my tools, emptied the drawer, mixed some epoxy to repair the corners that had sprung apart. An incoming call from a New York phone number I didn’t recognize, and my pension system sent me down a rabbit hole. They have my birth certificate, but need proof of my current name. Somehow, they didn’t need this when I started the job? Clearly they knew who I was. Even more annoying, I’ve been there twice for consultations, and made it official in February that I would retire on July 1. Here I am now, in a campground with my important papers 100 miles away in my son’s attic. But my pension payments will be delayed—held up until I provide proof of my identity beyond my sixty-one-and-a-half year old birth certificate. Jaysus. They suggested if I could just bring my passport…
Yeah, well, I lost my passport in packing. Thought I knew where it was, but like the car keys, if they’re not in my hand…OK, resigned to go dig through my “important papers” boxes again, I finished fixing the drawer, kept meditating on the track system that it rides on, but just couldn’t make sense of it.
Fortunately, Alice’s brother John is a cabinet maker, and he kindly agreed to come over to take a look at it. He had it fixed in a little while, and also moved some of the latches a tiny bit, to see if that would help them to stay shut while I travel. This launch really has taken a village of people to help me get on my way. I am so blessed, and so grateful.