There’s been so much going on in the past two hours, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m retired after all. What started out as a pretty ordinary day definitely picked up speed in the afternoon.
The morning was mellow if you don’t
count the heartache and frustration of badly played golf. But that was okay,
because I was in the company of friends, nice people who couldn’t care less
that my once-mediocre game is now several notches below even that sad level.
Afterwards, we hung around as usual chatting in the parking lot, covering whatever topics we hadn’t gotten to in 2 ½ hours of walking the course together and then I headed home, conscious of the fact that I had a carpenter coming to start on our leaky porch.
Just before he arrived, an unfamiliar
number appeared on my phone but I answered it anyway when I saw that the source
was Oklahoma, land of my ancestors.
The nice
lawyer on the other end had just launched into her explanation of searching out
information on for a probate of my sister’s holdings when the doorbell rang.
I ushered the carpenter in and
returned to my call. My sister and her husband died in Texas without wills in
2022, and as a result their property has been twisting in the wind ever since.
But good news – this woman was calling about Oklahoma mineral rights passed
to my sister and me by our grandfather. So there might be some closure coming
from that quarter.
I hung up, heard voices and found My
Guy out in the driveway chatting with the carpenter, who drifted off to look at
the porch. My Guy: “I’ve got some bad news.”
Our doctor is retiring, shutting up
shop. And here I thought he’d be good for at least another ten years. Damn.
As it happens, NO ONE apparently
graduates from medical school and thinks, “Hot Diggity! I’m moving to Western
Massachusetts!” So, remembering what a hassle it was to find a doctor two years
ago when My Guy’s doc up and died (seriously- it was over a year and a half
before he found someone) we jumped into action. I texted everyone I could think
of – to no avail. One person said she hated her doctor, another said her doc
wasn’t taking anyone new, and another said her doctor was older than dirt.
My Guy fired up the car and took off
to the one place the office had said might have openings. Bingo. We now both
have appointments in the fall, and the new doctor is only ten minutes away. Score!
Oh Thank goodness for a handy doctor! I hope the porch fix is as easy and quick.
ReplyDeleteIt's always something, but at least you got a couple of things sorted out. Now, about that leak???
ReplyDeleteThe carpenter found what he thinks is the source. Now to get him back here in a timely manner so I can 1)get the porch furniture out of the living room and
Delete2) actually sit on the porch.
Well, I'm glad the doctor thing got sorted, anyway. That IS a lot of activity! Is there oil under that Oklahoma land?!
ReplyDeleteYup. The weirdness is my sister and I don't own any land, just mineral rights to small portions of certain parcels all over Oklahoma, and I believe some might also be in Texas. My grandfather was a geologist with Sun Oil Company.
DeleteFinding a good doctor is difficult. When my family doctor left the local practice to go to another one farther away, I decided to follow him as I knew I'd have a hard time finding a doctor I liked. Even though it is a much longer drive, I am glad I did it.
ReplyDeleteAt this point, some people would just settle for a semi-good doctor. Any MD is as rare as hen's teeth around here.
DeleteGood luck with the new doctor! I recently had a hassle of finding a new one, and noted that none of the doctors in the new practice take anyone over the age of 64. I made it under the wire!
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