Groundhog Day: Six More Weeks of Winter

I am on the treadmill of bureaucratic paperwork. Every day it’s the same: make phone calls, get different answers, find out about new forms. Run downtown to three different offices to file paperwork and get things stamped and approved. People paperwork. Cat paperwork. Base housing paperwork. Moving paperwork. Tax paperwork. Mortgage paperwork. Paperwork to get paperwork transferred. You would not believe how good I am at doing paperwork.

Mostly this is necessary because Isaac’s heart condition flagged our entire family to do the whole overseas screening process—physicals, dental paperwork, immunizations. All our stuff is up to date, so it’s mostly a paperwork thing. But when we got to San Diego the naval hospital didn’t have room in the system for Eloise and me, so we got punted to civilian doctors, which would be fine except they don’t have access to any of our records and transferring those records takes oh, 30 days or so. And we’re on a short deadline. Then of course throw in the extra pointless urgent care visits for ear infections only to wait hours and hours for the doctor to recommend…ibuprofen…and follow up with more doc visits and more paperwork in a week.

But I will not give up. Of course there are obstacles in the path of getting to Hawaii. We will persevere!

And to Mr. Groundhog, who this morning predicted another six weeks of winter, I say BRING IT, because after six more weeks of winter, hell or high water, we are on our way to paradise. PEACE!