We had a lot of deer activity out our window this morning! All five of them, at one point. They were all energetic and dashing all over the place, which made getting photos a bit of a challenge!
My younger daughter was watching them and commented that the twins are starting to get less fuzzy and starting to look more sleek, like their mother. I’ve noticed their faces are starting to get less round and also starting to get that more “adult” look.
Except when they’re making silly faces! 😀
Despite our repeated vacuuming, the Asian lady beetles are still out in high numbers.
In the morning, they really like our living room window. They are upstairs in the highest numbers, but they also really like my office.
Yesterday, I made myself a giant cup of tea, then went into my office to work on the computer. After a while, I took my empty cup and started to refill it, only to find a lady beetle had landed in my cup and was now swirling around in the tea.
So now I’m paranoid about my tea.
This morning, one of my priorities was to look at the public insurance website about was needed to get a driver’s license updated after a move, because all this about needing my proof of address to include my physical address was getting beyond ridiculous. The website very clearly states,
Rural customers must provide at least one document containing their physical address. If rural customers do not have two supporting documents containing their physical address, the second document can contain their mailing address.
Which is what I gave them. In fact, both documents had the physical address, because the proof of identification form specifically has “no p.o. box” on it, as we’d considered adding it in, too.
So instead of driving to my bank branch in the town my mom lives in, I printed out copies of last month’s electricity and phone bills (this month’s aren’t up yet, which means they are likely not going to be available online until next week), as well as the puclic insurance company’s webpage.
When we got there, someone else was being served at the counter, so I waited. Then a woman came out from the back – the one I’d been dealing with the last 3 times I’ve been there and has been trying to help me so much – and went right to helping me. She knew why I was there!
We talked for a bit and I told her about my calls with the phone and electric companies, and how the electric company simply can’t include the physical address, because their system doesn’t allow for it. She was able to tell me why the personal identification form was rejected.
It turns out the problem on the form wasn’t with me or my address.
It was the postmaster.
It seems that the identity unit (we have one???) couldn’t confirm her as a postmaster, based on some sort of criteria they had.
Which is weird, since she has a framed certificate up on the wall, identifying her as the postmaster, issued by Canada Post.
In the end, she took my phone bill as proof of address, because the electric bill had a slightly different postal address – it included the term “station main” on there (which is what they normally do). I mentioned that they had a copy of my marriage certificate, which has my address on it, but Vital Statistics isn’t among their list of acceptable sources.
Well, what I’ve given now had better be good enough. If this isn’t, I don’t know what’s left!
After that, my daughter and I picked up some prescription refills for my husband. Unfortunately, it was for painkillers that can’t be filled until the last refill is almost done. My husband had phoned it in yesterday, but they wouldn’t be ready for pick up until today – and he ran out of the painkillers last night.
It was a rough day for him today. It’s not like he can take them any time, either, but on a schedule.
After picking up the refills and doing some other errands (one nice thing about it; almost all the stuff we needed to do was within a block of each other), my daughter and I went to play some Pokemon Go. Which turned out to be really excellent hunting; we both caught new Pokemon for the Pokedex, and we actually caught a Blissy! She hasn’t even seen a Chancy, yet (I’ve had much more opportunity to play that she has), so that was pretty exciting.
On the way home, we stopped at the post office. The postmaster wasn’t there, but I talked to the person that was working the post office to pass on what happened with the form. I figured she might like to know that the identity unit couldn’t verify her as the postmaster. Mind you, it could be because this is such a tiny post office, inside a retail outlet, and not a stand-alone office, like in the next town.
After we got home, my daughter was a sweetheart and did some bread baking.
I ended up crashing with the cats for 3 hours.
I’m getting too old for this. 😀