For months, I’ve been plotting my away time the week teachers return to work. This week.
I had a five day writing retreat planned at the coast with other writers.
I was on the road before 9 AM on Monday to make the most of it.
Just one teeny tiny thing needed to be dealt with upon arrival, a phone to the public employees retirement benefits about health insurance. I needed a couple of questions answered regarding how to fill out the form.
First, I dialed many times, only to hear a recording that they couldn’t help due to call volume. This raised my stress level. I needed to finish this form.
I ate a little lunch and began rereading a Georgia Heard book. I decided to try again. This time, I was put on hold briefly and a person answered.
I asked my questions. I didn’t like the answer. My forms needed to be in by August 31st or forfeit the insurance plan. I could send it in with missing pieces to hold my place.
The missing piece? Proof I have Part B of Medicare. I sent the forms in but they hadn’t been recieved. It could take sixty days I was told. I could go to the Social Security office and submit forms. You kept a copy I was asked. Well, I wasn’t sure where I stashed them if I made a copy.
Hmmm, school insurance is running out and new insurance needs to be in place by October 1.
I knew the retreat for me was finished. I knew I needed to leave Tuesday morning, go to the district office and then to Social Security.
The best laid plans sometimes don’t turn out well. It was a 24 hour respite surrounded by wonderful writerly friends and a walk on the very foggy beach.
Sometime adulting is a real pain. Missing out on good insurance would be worse. I didn’t really have a choice as we’re heading on a actual beginning of school trip next week.
Tomorrow, Wednesday, I will be at Social Security once more to pick up the proof of my Part A and B. I will make copies and mail the insurance packet. Hopefully, this will be the last piece of the puzzle to start retirement.