I got up yesterday morning and realized that I hadn’t listened to my answering machine for a couple of days. There were three messages:
1. (During Jody’s illness, Manulife was so good in approving prescriptions and in supporting me when I was on short term disability. For months, though, I have been trying to have them accept receipts for services that occurred within the three months after Jody’s death. According to Jody’s employer, St. Joseph Health Care, these receipt submissions were legitimate.)
Message from my contact person at St. Joe’s. Manulife accepts my receipts and will issue me a cheque. He and his supervisor had gone to bat for me. Thank you!
2. (A month ago, I had left a copy of Jody’s book with The London Free Press, asking someone on staff to review our story.)
Message to call my contact at the newspaper. He told me that although they don’t review the works of local authors unless a major publisher has picked up their work, he’s writing an article about us local folks, and Jody’s lovely cover photo, plus contact information for me, will be in the piece. It will be published this Saturday, or maybe the next one. Thank you!
3. (I’ve gone to the Ontario English Catholic Teachers’ Association retirement banquet in May for fifteen years. I love seeing friends, eating a great meal, and listening to retirees speak about what their career has meant to them. As an employee, I would be contacted by my OECTA rep weeks before the banquet to see if I’d like a ticket. Now that I’m retired, no such e-mail. The banquet is tonight. I called my union office on Tuesday. (Oops) “I’m sorry, Bruce. There are no tickets left.” Sad but determined, I decided to show up at the banquet anyway. There’d be no food for me but surely I could pull up a chair to a table of 10 and chat.)
Message from the union office. “One ticket just became available. It’ll be waiting for you at the registration table.” Thank you!
I’m such a lucky guy … blessed left, right and centre with kind human beings