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Amie heard from Senator McCain’s office today. They (USCIS) cannot find Asher’s file (yes, we have known this for some time). What has to happen is that we go to USCIS (again) and use his paperwork to reconstruct (or that would just be construct?) his file. The good news is that we have a stamp on his passport!

The Senator’s office told us that any of the 10+ USCIS officers we talked to should have known to do this, and this includes the woman who told me to my face that it had to be entered at the point of entry. So, we have wasted weeks waiting, hours on the phone and at least one trip to the other side of town and have nothing to show for it but governmental incompetence. If we ever get socialized medicine people are going to be dropping like flies or going to prison for going postal or medieval on someone. Supposedly the Senator’s office (not to be confused with Angela’s husband, the State Senator) will be contacting the district supervisor to make sure the peons understand they have the authority and responsibility to do this instead of just passing it along the chain until we just give up and go away. It really seems like a game to see who is more persistent, them in their laziness or us in our desire to obey the law. Funny, that: people who want to obey the law being given the run around while the government makes sure they cater to people not interested in following the law. I’m living a Kafka novel.

A relatively quiet week here otherwise as Amie and I cough in stereo. I have felt particularly lousy much of the week. While sleeping, or lying down, my chest makes a strange noise after I exhale. Gunk accumulates while I lie down, which creates all kinds of fun when I get up.

We did have our post-placement visit from the social worker Monday. Asher, the laughing man, was not in a good mood the whole time. Mostly crying. Great… She was here for about 90 minutes and asked far too many questions. Then on Thursday, we loaded up the van and went to the County Attorney’s office to sign the re-adoption paperwork. Looks like we’ll be all set for the “court at the park” date of November 3rd. Much more fun than going to court.

The kids don’t have parasites. Thankfully only Ash was tested but they have been in the same environments. That may save us some money of the rather expensive tests.

It was Amie’s birthday on Wednesday. Lots of singing and dancing. On Tuesday we went to Thunder Canyon Brewery with a friend to take advantage of her birthday offer. Her birthday breakfast was sausage and french toast. I had Men’s Group on Wednesday, so we had a few friends over for dinner Thursday night for her birthday dinner of marinated skirt steak, cheesy risotto and roasted brussel sprouts.

The Dog Club in “Action”

Friday, as usual, was Game Day. Amie ran errands including a pedicure and haircut while I took the kids to Game Day. It was a beautiful, cool day. You’d think it was a rainy day with how grumpy they’ve been all day. As the older gets get … older, they start to drift farther and farther away from where their father is sitting and reading a book. While they have Game Day I listen to a sermon (today’s was not so good as there was a huge exegetical flaw in it) while I walk the perimeter of the park. Today I was not pushing the stroller since now there are activities for kids Asher’s age. Afterward, the kids play with their friend Stephanie. They (Jadon and Stephanie) formed the Dog Club and bring stuffed dogs to play with. I don’t really get it, and neither do their friends who have been sucked in, but they have fun. But they start roaming and I lose track of them. Sometimes they leave Asher in the dust and that isn’t good since he’ll roam. You end up feeling like a bad parent, and in that moment you probably aren’t one.

Tonight I get sprung from the zoo, as I head to Phoenix to see The Choir in concert. I haven’t seen them play live in over 20 years. I’m excited. Been awhile since I’ve been to a concert. I’m sure I’ll be one of about 50 people who recognize the greatness of the band. Maybe there will be more. It should be good and loud, so no one will hear my coughing. Before the concert, I’ll see my doctor in Phoenix about this cough. Though I feel better today, I just don’t want to take a chance with the weekend coming. Keep in mind that I’ve got 3 hours of membership class to teach on Saturday and then the usual stuff on Sunday.

Here is The Choir performing Circle Slide, since USCIS has me on one!


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I suppose we’ll continually be comparing our current process with our previous process.  The latest thing we did to work on the dossier was obtaining the legal documents necessary- birth certificates.

China required Secretary of State certified documents.  So we had relatives pick up copies, mail them to us and then sent them to the proper states to be certified.  It had quite a few steps, but everything seemed to get done in a timely fashion with few problems along the way.

The Democratic Republic of the Congo requires Certified copies, with seals.  We don’t have to send them back for the Sec of State to certify.  Easier, right?

Not so fast.  Thankfully my parents went and picked up copies of mine (always get a few back up copies, just in case!  The cost per additional copy is not much and you save time should one get lost.).  Apparently they had a difficult time getting to and from Dorchester, MA.

Keep reading, it will make sense

Since Amie’s parents are in NY now, we decided to use the only company (whose name shall not be uttered) that handles these things.  Yes, they have a monopoly and monopolies are often inefficient.  Having no competition, they can be as inept as they want and you still have to deal with them.

We previously had Amie’s sister pick up copies.  It is more difficult since she too has been married and has to bring documentation to prove she’s eligible to receive them (identity theft is a big problem).  We decided to spare her the pain.  It was multiplied for us.

I would suggest traveling back to the state of your birth rather than dealing with them who shall not be named.  It was THAT painful.  You might even save time flying home.  You’ll get fewer gray hairs.


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