…what I really mean to say is that I don’t. I wouldn’t deal with these programs if we didn’t have to.

I thought I had most of this set up so that my oldest son could effortlessly bridge onto the survivor’s benefits that he will continue to need as an adult, but that was actually sort of contingent upon Social Security (where he gets the survivor’s benefits he’s been owed since his father passed away) and Supplemental Security Income (SSI) communicating with each other’s offices, and it’s already become clear that this is not happening. With any luck, calling the local Social Security office tomorrow should iron out everything that I need to have ironed out for him so that those benefits continue to be paid out when and where they’re supposed to be paid out, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this is yet something else that I have to chase down making the Social Security Administration do their actual jobs. And to think I already thought I’d ironed all of that out, because evidently I haven’t. I’ll be giving their office a call tomorrow morning, hoping that I’m able to get through to someone live within the first fifteen or twenty minutes of that phone call, making sure that they do indeed have everything notated that they need to have notated for benefits to seamlessly continue, and then sit on my ass for the next week or so since this is Thanksgiving holiday. Let’s see how it goes…

Bub has been loving this year’s winter jacket and I have been loving taking pictures of it since he got it.