Thursday, July 21, 2011

FYI

Dear Followers:

Laura and I got legally hitched yesterday, July 20th. It would have also been my parents' anniversary, their 64th, though I suppose there must be a time when you stop counting such things after someone has died. C.J., the best dog ever, would have turned 32 this year, for example.

We actually got married back in 1999 -- Laura and I, not C.J. and I. C.J. was already dead, but would have been turning 20 in 1999. Laura and I had a fabulous ceremony with song and sunshine and lots of happy brouhaha. We have the certificate signed by friends and family to prove it:

Now twelve years later, we decided that since Laura is going to be looking for a new job, and probably a fairly schmancy one at that, where it might matter to search committees and such that we be legally married, we should bite the bullet and get the State's seal of approval on our marriage.

So my beloved brother, Lee, who is a Justice of the Peace, ran us through a little ceremony on Saturday. It was come-as-you-are; shorts and t-shirts. Three other people were there -- Ting, her partner Dave, and our niece Emily. We skyped in an assortment of siblings, plus Yani and T'ai. Actually, T'ai was in a Starbucks in New York, listening by phone. We repeated our vows of yesteryear, including Laura's vow to T'ai, Ting, and Yani. Laura spoke toward the phone so that T'ai could hear over the Starbucks din. We took off our rings and put them on again. Ting and Dave sang us a lovely song, and we waved goodbye to everyone who was watching electronically. When we pulled out the paper that Laura had picked up from the town so that Lee could make it official, it turned out that we had the "worksheet," not the license. I think maybe straight couples do not make this mistake. So the ceremony was another close-but-no-cigar event.
Yesterday we picked up the right form after handing in our "worksheet." The town clerk's office had to redo their original version of the license, because they had typed me in as Paul. Paul. I think they felt kind of bad about the Freudian slip, and they were extra nice to us after that.

Lee had to come back to Farmington yesterday to do it all over again. The "ceremony" had to be conducted in Farmington, so we thought of meeting him on the side of the road on the town line to save him a few minutes. He was running late, and I had a client in the waiting room. Hurry! Lee walks into the house and says, "all the stuff you said on Saturday, is it still true?" "Yes! Yes!" "Okay, you're married."
It would cost another twenty bucks to get a copy of the license. No thanks! This receipt is good enough.
But as soon as we cross the state line, we're not married anymore, says our uncle, Sam. If Laura gets a job in New York, we'll have to do the whole thing all over again. The good thing, though, is that the process is getting shorter and shorter. "Stuff you said still true?" "Yes!"
Okay then! Okay.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Dear ConnectiCare

Dear Folks at ConnectiCare:
     Thank you for the new member card that arrived in yesterday's mail. Actually, two cards came, right? The second is a perfectly intact card that says simply: "This side of the card left BLANK intentionally." Then, for mysterious reasons, the back has the same information as the back of the other card.
     Would someone be willing to explain to me why we do this? Why use the extra plastic to make an intentionally blank card? What do you hope we are all doing with our intentionally blank cards?
     I'm eager to know. Thank you for taking the time to respond to my inquiry.


paula chu, Farmington


     Thank you for your recent inquiry regarding your ConnectiCare identification card.
     The cards are printed on a template that has space for two cards.  You received a blank card because you are the only one on your policy.  If you would have had a dependent on your policy, their card would have been printed on the front of the other card.
      If you have any additional questions or concerns, please contact us either via email or call toll-free at 1-800-251-7722.

Sincerely,
ConnectiCare Member Services

Dear ConnectiCare Member Services:

     That makes sense. Thank you. 
     I had double mastectomies last year -- but you know that: you're ConnectiCare! Anyway, I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be saying something untoward if I made myself a few t-shirts that say "this side left blank intentionally." Sounds like I'm good to go.
     Thanks again.

paula chu

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg

Dear People at Lelanite:
I drove behind one of your trucks for a good stretch of Route 84 in eastern Connecticut earlier today. Painted around much of the truck is a  crazy long name of a lake. I tried to write down some of it as I stared down the back of the truck, but only got a few scrawled syllables. Please tell me, what's with the lake's loooooooooong name?
I await your response with great eagerness and curiosity.
paula chu, Farmington CT


Paula: It's an old Indian word and is actually the longest place name in the world. "They" say that it means "I fish on my side, you fish on your side, no one fishes in the middle." It's a point of pride for nerdy middle school kids to be able to spell it, but it's pretty universally known as Webster Lake.
Tom Morris
Lelanite
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Chaubunagungamaug
PS - Thanks for the most interesting question I'll be asked today! :)

Dear Tom: Fabulous! Thank you. You'll be pleased to know that everyone in our household has the song stuck in our heads now.
I'll do my best to spread the word about the lake, perhaps even to have others get the song stuck. 
I want to say, though, that learning to spell its name would be more impressive if accomplished by those of us with shrinking, rather than growing, brains.
No disrespect whatsoever to nerdy middle schoolers and their clever brains. 
paula

P.S. Thank you for letting me fish in the middle, Tom.