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Thrilling Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man: Nothing about colonoscopies or wide excisions here, no man. We took HSM and actually zzz'd soundly until the phone rang at Many -- si man, Many -- a.m., groggy we man. Mama T-B. said, "I have a crisis, si man," si man. She had rung her "help" bracelet for 1 hour + half-of-half an hour with no response, unacceptable man. She needed someone to move her bed 2 inches from the wall so her outlet would work, bed-control plugged in man. She knew when the noosers changed shifts and waited to give them some time, considerate senior she man man. Still, no one came, no man. Mama T-B. had only the switchboard number of this Resisted Living place, sigh man. She called it and got nothing, no man. We called it and got "Welcome to the auto-attendant, si man. If you know your party's extension, enter it now, si man. Otherwise, press Many for a directory, si man," si man. We pressed Many and it returned us to the original message, man. We texted the facility's boss, good dude man. We apologized and explained, si man. Director notified Med Tech immediately, si man. Med Tech visited Mama T-B. & was a bit mad for having gotten into trouble, "helping other patients" he man man. Mama T-B. was ultimately helped, si man. However, our night was shortened and we never re-zzz'd, this absolutely cannot continue man. We arose and ineffectively caffeinated ourself, not a good sign man. We researched donation outlets that would accept furniture and climb stairs to do so, VERY few man. One was Salvation Army, SA man. We had 2 undonated bags from Monday, see Thrilling (?) Monday report man. We took them to SA, not a short trip at all man. We donated the bags and talked to those who knew about scheduling donation pickups, jawbone we man. We were given a number to call to learn about backlogs/wait times, must call it man. We were given a paper donation receipt, what a refreshing concept man. We never got a call back from Monday's place that was supposed to e-mail us a receipt, man. Apparently only SA and our favorite donation place give paper receipts now, boo to technology man. Made it to Mama T-B.'s old casa just in time for free lunch, goal of ours man. We consumed salad, cabbage*, black-eyed peas, the driest small slab of chicken breast ever, and sugar-free chocolate ice cream, ingest we man. *which amazingly did NOT gastrointestinalize us into misery, first time ever man We then resumed out-clearing Mama T-B.'s #2 closet, green-lighted on that at least man. Then a text from our latest NextDoor ad came in, desirous buyer man. He ended up taking $Many00 of stuff, including stuff we'd considered unsellable man. He promised to come back on Thursday, and his mother might want our old furniture, major boon if so man. Mama T-B. found the sales amount impressive but pointed out $ loss if we go into August, not-wrong she man. She again admonished us to "get moving," si and sigh and and man. While we were waiting for customer to show up, we dashed to Walgreens, dash we man. We got 2 ready Rx's and our second shingles shot, ow ow Ow OW OW man. Pharmacy tech shot so high in the arm that it was nearly in the AC joint, exaggerate not much we man. This was even worse than the first dose, that one not fun either man. But at least we can finally shut our doctor up, once recalcitrant now calcitrant we man. In bad news, our hip is again just about as bad as it was before it got shot, sigh and HSM tonight man. After the sale, we compiled Many donation bags, first item on Wednesday's agenda is delivery man. A Craigslist scammer tried to get our Venmo log-in, block-&-report we man man. Free din-din was carved ham, green beans, & mac/cheese, ingest we man. We charmed a(nother) cute Bistro chica into extra portions, gastronomically savvy we man. We have enough on Mama T-B.'s meal account for 2 free lunches, perfect man. We are $1 short of another free din-din, and man. Guess we'll have to buy colas or something, wa$te not want not man. Mama T-B.'s complex received newspaper inserts, root through recycle bins we man. There were Popeye's and Subway coupons, si and glee and whee man! Returned to our casa and thoroughly ministered to demanding miu, service miu we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. returned from Ecu, exhausted ex-she man and wee man man. We hope that ex-she man can help Mama T-B. locate/pick blouses on Wed., hope we man. On Wed., we hope for more sales, oh well if not man. Donation run first, donate we man. We must empty Mama T-B.'s #1 closet and #1 bathroom, man. We must find time to see Mini-B., probably taller than we man now wee man man. HSM and hopefully uninterrupted zzz overnight, hope/pray we man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

We hate, and want to strangle the genius(es) who recommended, 2-stage prep, man. But good shepherding of Mr. Y ma'am through the process, si Y ma'am. Ask the Procto if you can save your poo in order to fling it, man. At least it wasn't one of the even-worse kinds, si and sigh and sincere best wishes Bro G man. LPoP and unread, no see we or anyone man.

This irks us to no end, si and grrrRRRRR man. Graphers (Graphites?) should use the most distinct colors possible, si and see man. And keep in mind that there is no such thing as "lavender" or "purple," all blue man. And for the Great Sky-Chimp's sake, do not highlight editorial changes in red, use blue or green or yellow man. *, si and grrrRRRRR man. *next, we shall tell you how we really feel, si man Length of training precised, si and see and mam ma'am. Number of brothers/uncles precised, si and see and mam ma'am. Maybe one reason we're so irritated by this process is that we realize that she'll realistically never wear any of these things again, sigh man. And she's also yelling at us that we'll miss the July Many'st deadline for vacating (true) when part of it is her fault... but how can we fault her for agonizing over which crumbs of her life she wants to hang onto, huh man? But gracias, si mam ma'am.

Brave of them to probe the nest. What if it had been hornets?

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Thrilling (?) Monday-on-Tuesday report, see man: Began zzz-ing after Many a.m. and still awoke early, and we man. We were up creating a new Nextdoor post that drew zero interest, man. Groggy as Hades all day, no caffeination helped man. Made it to Mama T-B.'s old casa in time for chicas to get their furniture, bye comfortable seating man. Nothing else happened after that, no man. Free lunch was chicken cheese broccoli, chicken noodle soup, yams, and cooked baby carrots, ingest we and We Yam What We Yam What's Up Doc man. We up-cleaned most of a floor, little worthless stuff for donation man. We also bagged 2 more bags from Mama T-B.'s #2 closet, really packed man. Deposited Mama T-B.'s recent proceeds into bank, deposit we man. Made first donation-drop, no receipt received by e-mail man. Went to second donation site, forgot they're closed on Mondays we man. This will hose our daily donation schedule, don't want to active IRS Form Many2ManyMany man. Went to hardware store for more boxes, no boxes man. On drive back to casa, Mama T-B. called, call senior she man we man man. She wanted to pick clothes to save from #1 closet, inevitable man. It took over an hour to never find one blouse that she wanted in a one-foot target space, man. We ended up taking yet more fotos of "left side, top, first Many'rd/second Many'rd...," fruitless man. Mama T-B. complains that she can't see anything, everything too crowded together man. We see no solution to that except to take out Many blouses at a time to fotograph, fruitless man. We around-puttered with more cleaning, dabble we man. No comfortable place to sit, folding chairs only man. Our back and hip were yelling at us, oh great man. Free din-din was a chicken breast/wing, green beans, and mac/cheese, ingest we man. If we were designing the Universe, chickens would have no bones, ridiculous to fight them man. Finally up-gave and headed to see Mama T-B., request senior she man man. We increased storage/performance on her phone, empty caches we man. We fell asleep Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- times during this process, drop phone we man. Mama T-B. kept us long enough to make a real siesta uncertain, figure thus we man. At our casa, fed/treated/kibbled needy miu, mandatory service for miu man. Headed directly for siesta, no shower man. Coughing, outside noise, and back/hip precluded siesta for second consecutive night, man. Read Mama T-B. various important mail pieces, more work for us man. Used A.I. to create last-ditch Nextdoor post, try to sell all that garbage man. Got one request for fotos but no follow-up, si and no man. We'll have to donate stuff or sell it from our casa, sigh man. We haven't arranged for movers yet, might need as many as Many of them man. We're getting mighty sick of all of this, never get Mama T-B.'s old casa vacated we man. No party with the rubias, no cavort we man. Might try HSM tonight, gave us opposite effect of intended last time man. And that was/is our thrilling dud-day Monday, report we man.

Eh, shaddap Bro G man, silence man. She'd/she'll inevitably find a way to out-flake sooner or later, convinced in advance we man.

Really happy for you!

You gave the initial information in good faith. You're correcting it in similar fashion. USCIS, NVC, and the consulates thrive on the truth. When asked, explain just as you've explained it to us; even better, be proactive about volunteering the clarification.

Sorry to hear of this misfortune. Prayers for both of you. Since 2007 on VisaJourney, I've never heard of a K-1 being expedited for the stated reasons. I've never heard of the in-person meeting requirement's being waived, for ANY reason. If he hasn't even filed the I-129F, I regret to report that you can forget both of these. The chances are zero. As to what I would do in your shoes: Provide love and support from afar until the pancreatic cancer or the chemotherapy take their inevitable toll. Prayers for both of you.

Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: We zzz'd inadequately and poorly yet again, need zzz we man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. Remembered to hang Mama T-B.'s selected clothing in Mini-B.'s former closet, well-hung we man. Met Ecu handyman (EH) at Mama T-B.'s old casa. EH moved 2 furniture items to purchasers elsewhere in building, helpful EH man. EH took down curtains and fixed lamps in Mama T-B.'s place, helpful EH man. EH went with us to our casa and moved heavy boxes upstairs, helpful EH man. It was opportune that we returned to our casa, si and see why man. We heard distress miuing from Mini-B.'s former closet, hear miuing we man. Miu had somehow dashed into closet unnoticed during its brief open time, opportune miu man. Had we stayed out till dark as usual, miu would have been in big trouble, troubled miu man. We discussed this issue with miu with uncertain results, discuss uncertainly we man. We paid EH and lunched with him at Popeye's*, ingest we and EH man. *WUOC, financially savvy we man Updated online listings, sales man. Returned to Mama T-B.'s place, return like MacArthur we man. Sold 2 furnitures, big relief man. Sold promised item plus many extras, fair 2-way deal man. Din-din was Tuna Glop, ingest we man. Started our sole LL, Thread Laundress we man. We left out one sock, we man but we warshed it in the sink and got it baked with everything else, si man. We attempted a siesta but it was disastrous, not even close man. Our back & hip were screaming at us, disjointed we man. We gave up in disgust when the alarm rang, disgusted we man. Conquered the LL and dished/de-dished the warsher, domestic we man. Spent much time updating online listings and actually posting descriptions of remaining items in Nextdoor chat, hope for results we man. Someone will certainly text us at only Many a.m., and fit only for Walmarting time man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned us from Guayaquil, got there from Cuenca ex-she & wee man man. She wants us to go with her to sell some land north of town on July Many'st, no way man. She threatened not to bring us our requested Ecu purchases if we did not, call ex-she man's bluff we man. She seems to be re-gravitating toward us now that she is minus the Rojo, expected by we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no man. Hopefully some zzz tonight despite Many-a.m. bedtime and heartless NextDoor respondents, man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Well, maybe he's merely a garden-variety nut-job. There are always those, too.

Not giving legal advice here, but a couple of years ago I asked an estate/probate lawyer, "Do you make more money when people are intestate (= have no will) or when they try to do it themselves off the Internet?" She laughed and said, "When they do it themselves, by a mile! The Internet programs leave out crucial language and often aren't state-specific, so people end up in real trouble."

It's OK if you have no conflict of interest. Can do it via PM. Lots of them, indeed. See which languages they specialize in.

"Shea said the man 'appears' to be a Michigan resident, but when asked if he could specify the area the suspect was from, Shea said he would 'rather not comment.'" --- Dearborn? Hamtramck? Obviously Amish.

It's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE OUTHOUSE PROBLEM Ma and Pa were two old folks living on a farm up in the hills. Pa found out that the hole under their outhouse was full. He told Ma that he didn't know how to empty the hole. Ma said, "Why don't you go ask the youngun down the road? He must be smart 'cause he's a college gradjyate." Pa drove to the neighbor's house and asked him, "Mr. College Gradjyate, my outhouse hole is full, and I don't know what to do to empty it." The young man said, "Get yourself two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. Put them both under the outhouse and light them both at the same time. The first one will go off and shoot the outhouse in the air. While it's in the air, the second one will go off and spread the poop all across your farm, fertilizing your ground. The outhouse should then come back down on the same spot atop the now-empty hole." Pa thanked the neighbor, then bought two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. He went home and put them under the outhouse. He lit them and ran behind a tree. All of a sudden, Ma ran out of the house and into the outhouse. Boom! The first stick of dynamite exploded, shooting the outhouse into the air. Boom! The second stick of dynamite exploded, spreading poop all over the farm. Then, WHAM! The outhouse came crashing back down atop the hole. Pa raced to the outhouse, threw open the door, and asked, "Ma, are you all right?" As Ma pulled up her panties, she said, "Yeah, but I'm sure glad I didn't fart in the kitchen!"

Biden Excited to See What Autopen Comes Up With For His Memoir GREENVILLE, DE — Former President Joe Biden expressed great interest and enthusiasm in his upcoming memoir, adding that he's quite eager to see what the autopen comes up with for it. "That autopen and I go way back, fat," Biden said. "It's always coming up with something creative. I'm on the edge of my seat with... with... on the... I'm... it'll be something." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/biden-excited-to-see-what-autopen-comes-up-with-for-his-memoir

The author is a former Federal prosecutor who writes brilliantly. To me, this is the best analysis of all the speculative pieces so far regarding Butler. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Butler Probabilities: Were the Secret Service's series of errors intentional? [...] Trump had to be stopped at all costs. But how would that be done? Trump's opponents had tried to impeach and remove him from office, bankrupt him through bogus civil litigation, and imprison him for life through equally bogus criminal prosecutions. But by the time of the Butler rally, despite all of those efforts, Trump remained on track to win the election. So what was left? The answer to that question may be found in the recently released report of the General Accountability Office (GAO) to the Chairman of the Senate Committee on the Judiciary, and the report of the Senate Committee on Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs (HSGAC), which deal with the protection afforded Trump during his candidacy. These parallel reports set forth a detailed narrative of official mismanagement, disorder, incompetence, and inexplicable failures that converged to afford Crooks the clear and readily preventable opportunity to murder Trump. [...] https://spectator.org/the-butler-probabilities/

Well, it's an interesting observational study (that needs a control group, a far larger study group, and Institutional Review Board approval).

Complicated circumstances, yes. Other factors involve lack of inclination, organizational skills, or time to complete the I-130 petition and associated forms. The most crucial skills are to read accurately, interpret literally, and answer/respond completely & honestly, and to be a dedicated student of the entire legal-immigration process. Assistance exists between "do it yourself" and "hire a lawyer." See the "Ask a Pro" tab above any VJ page and drop down to "VJ Partners." One assistance firm in particular has a stellar reputation.

Scintillating Saturday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Saturday report, see man: Miu was highly motivated to be served miu-breakfast but then became quiescent, satiated miu man. We ran Many (2+2+1) errands before going to Mama T-B.'s old casa, including man: -- drop Many (2+1) bags of clothes at one donation place, donate we man -- drop 2 bags of clothes at second donation place, re-donate we man -- collect more boxes from hardware store, go out for boxing we man -- visit Post Office, go postal we man -- retrieve Uncle T-B.'s Rx, retrieve we man Free lunch was chicken piccata, green bean salad, spinach, dinner roll, and sugared pound cake, ingest we man. Minor drama occurred between us and some South Asianettes, but small purchase was con$ummated, $i man. Another small purchase was con$ummated much more straightforwardly, $i man. A couple of potentially larger purchases fell through, man. We spent more time trying to enable Mama T-B. to select clothes, see Thrilling Friday-on-Saturday report man. We finally managed to extract what she wanted, Many fotos e-mailed and discussed man. We started getting irked but then put ourself in her shoes, big sigh man. Even if she never gets a chance to wear them again (which is likely, sigh man), we have them for her, si man. Mama T-B. then gave us the green light to out-clear the #2 closet of clothes, now partially completed man. There's some stylish stuff from years past in there, note we man. We remember Mama T-B.'s having worn some items, dim but remembered man. We had to focus on approaching the job clinically and not emotionally, periodic lump-throated we man. We stuffed Many (2+1) more lawn/leaf bags with clothes, more to go man. We found a Many'rd donation place very nearby, save us a longer drive man. We delivered Uncle T-B.'s Rx, his casa at least Many00 degrees inside man. Din-din was Subway*, ingested back in Mama T-B.'s old crib we man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man We then focused on clearing floor paths for Sunday's move-furnituring, to be helped by Ecu handyman man. We threw out Many hangers and took even more back to our casa for recycling, responsible we man. Got back to casa before dark, imagine that man. Miu demanded the following, see man: -- din-din, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- miu-treats, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- usual afternoon serving of kibble, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- thorough brushing, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- play, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man Miu got the first item first and the others after our shower, out-pitted we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Early Sunday caucus with Ecu handyman (EH) for the following, see man: -- move furniture down to purchasers, dismantle/reassemble EH man. -- take down window & shower curtains, purchaser for the former man -- perhaps wrap & box some heavy kitchen items, unsure whether or how much we man -- transport boxes back to our casa & carry upstairs, strong EH man -- estimate whether Mama T-B.'s remaining office desk will fit in Mini-B.'s old room, estimate EH man -- probably other stuff that we will forget all about until EH is gone, preemptive man. We then return to Mama T-B.'s casa for a small sale and to host another potential purchaser, return we man. Try to bag more clothes/items for donation, unsure of timing/stamina we man. Find time/energy for usual Sunday chores, we can't continue like this for much longer man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

A big help will be to do this: Shop for a lawyer who can draft wills, medical & financial powers of attorney, and similar estate documents. These make superlative evidence for ROC, and they're even more crucial to have in "life." Remember that if you move from one U.S. state to another, your will may need to be redone.

Absolutely wonderful. All the pain is replaced by well-deserved euphoria.

This is a cool and fun thread!

You're fine! We do this all the time. Your country-specific thread will get more informed and concentrated advice here in the Regional forum.