Home Moanership V

2023-01-22

The next crisis of Home Moanership has arrived, or not. Okay, it isn’t a crisis so much as an act of forgetfulness on my part. For the past three weeks I have diligently changed my address with all of my accounts. My credit cards, my bank, MyPay military retirement, MyVRS state retirement, Medicare, Social Security, Amazon, Walmart, Microsoft, yada-yada-yada. Who did I forget? The United States Postal Service. They do let one change one’s address online (for a $1.10 fee), so I just did. There is very little I do via snail-mail, but one thing is tax stuff. It’s possible some of my 1099s were sent to the wrong address, so when I click “Publish,” I’m going to dress, drive there, and check the mailbox.

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No, I am not going to drive to the old address. It seems the dotter is once again using my car to galivant with her boyfriend. She left me her VW Routan and a key (a defective key that makes the rear door swing up randomly) but I don't want to drive that thing.

No. I'm going to drive that thing. I need groceries, too. I'll try wrapping tinfoil around the key to keep it from opening the doors.

Maybe this falls under Car Moanership? No, that doesn't sound right.

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The dotter came home and I went out in my car. There were tax forms from VRS (Virginia Retirement System) and a science kit for the youngest grandkinder in the mailbox.