A Reply to a Focused Blog…

Focus… focus…


It’s official – I am making myself crazy with procrastination, and having so many things hanging over my head.


Good news, though — on Sunday, I finally tackled four very important pieces of federal and state gov’t paperwork that I need to get on with my life. I had been putting them off for weeks, and I finally got myself to just sit down with it on Sunday morning, spend the day working through it — reading and reading and re-reading everything till my eyes were crossed — and then filling out the forms, making the copies, and mailing them out on Monday morning with the proper certifications.


I was absolutely euphoric on Sunday. It felt so good to get it all done. I was a little down on myself for not doing it all right away several weeks ago, but when I thought about it, I realized the timing was perfect, and there was no fault, no blame. AND I finished it prior to my 2-month deadline (in July), so that is big progress for me.


In the past, I would have waited till July, then rushed at the end, and possibly made a mistake that could have cost me big.


I am having some important phone calls with people this week about next steps, and where I used to dread and fear those calls, I am looking forward to them now. Because I know how to use my tools, and I have some good successes behind me in communicating and getting my point across.


It’s very exciting. And even though I am wiped out (I got about 5-1/2 hours of sleep last night), I am feeling really relaxed. I know I’m not as sharp as I could be, but I am making progress, and that’s what counts.


Our love
03/2012 – Dad loves Daughter and Daughter loves Dad

My reply:

It sounds as though you’re talking about the social security department; am I right?  The thing that tipped me off was the two month

Stephanie learning how to smile (something I never mastered)
Stephanie learning how to smile (something I never mastered)

deadline.  I too, felt a sense of euphoria when I completed my SSDI paperwork well before the two month deadline.  However, it wasn’t long (third of the month) until that euphoria had turned into a four months of hell.

The S.S Administration saw fit not to honor my request in writing to cancel my Medicare part B saying that, “You had better not cancel because Obama care will soon be in effect and there will be a mandate with it that says every person in the U.S. must have healthcare or be fined.  If you stop your Medicare now, it will cost you more if you sign up for it again.  I don’t think you want to do this…”

Since when has it been okay for somebody, (a government employee) who is completely ignorant of my situation, to think of what I do  and don’t want to do.  She had the letter so all she had to do was honor my request instead of thinking.  Her thinking cost me, $400 off of my already paltry income.  I am disabled and nobody will hire me because of thinking too slow, dexterity issues, mobility issues or my dysarthria and aphasia.
Our little townhouse that I rent for my daughter and I is always clean, but that cleanliness was  too much for the property manager where I live and she told me, “You are anal about cleaning your place.”

She said that when I asked her about replacing the carpet which needed replacement when I rented the place seven years ago.    It was rented with nasty carpet and knife slit kitchen vinyl because I was in dire need of a place for us to live; it was unbearable living with her mother any longer.

My mind was wandering from one bad hing to another…and so it goes.

2012 - Just before her dance performance.
2012 – Just before her dance performance.


Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

One comment

  • There are times when procrastination is much harder than doing the actual job or duty. Take for example writing. When I am in a funk of sorts I cannot think of anything to write about so I end up writing nonsense trying to get onto something meaningful, and so it goes..


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