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Thrilling (?) Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man: Got Many hours of zzz, but awoke with major vertigo, counterclockwise merry-go-round man. Far worse when stooping or bending, wow man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest we man. Made & handled probably a Manyzen phone calls, had to recharge phone after 2 hours man. Got to hospital at an hour before noon, delayed that long man. Someone whose own mom had been in hospice donated 2 NIP hospital-bed sheets to us, wow man. Hospice evaluator was waiting for us, really nice dude man. Sparing the details, he got Mama T-B. certified for hospice, free hospital bed & much more man. Assisted-living nooser was interviewing Mama T-B. when we finished, another good thing man. Mama T-B. commiserated and lectured us, both in character man. She sent us away for lunch, cold grilled chicken cubes from overpriced hospital cafeteria ingest we man. We continued to the casa, continue we man. Demanding miu was serviced, service demanding miu we man. We took probably Many (2+2+2) more phone calls + texts, run together in a blur they man. We again charged phone, desperately needed man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. up-picked us to scope Mama T-B.'s new crib, estimate furniture & decor man. She & marketing director (a possibly single rubia!) decided on a unit without kitchenette, more space man. We concurred with this, concur we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. (on limited time) took us to Mama T-B.'s old crib, scope furniture & decor man. We measured everything & ex-Mrs.-T-B. sent fotos to Mama T-B. to choose what to move, fast job man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. rapidly opened a pantry & took several containers of bags, all sandwich thought we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then had to go, so she returned us to the casa, si man. We handled approx. Many more calls/texts, handle we man. Mama T-B. kept us on the phone for nearly an hour, lecture/worry senior she man man. Din-din was onecan of baked beans*, ingest we man. *from supermarket dented-can bin, financially savvy we man Called Mama T-B. to say that we were going to her old crib to up-clean, si man. She kept us on the phone for over half an hour, lecture/worry/commiserate senior she man man. She told us to warsh the NIP sheets, not always necessary in our opinion man. We showed up and got more lectures/worries/commiserations, rough day for Mama T-B. man. We were tasked to switch drawer contents of 2 desks and out-clean junk from both, tasked we man. We finally reached Mama T-B.'s old casa, reach we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had also taken the large trash-bags, oh dear God in heaven man. We were reduced to using Many -- si man, Many -- supermarket bags, thankfully a plethora man. We sealed papers-for-recycling in Many scrap flat envelopes, probably 2 Manyzen of them man. Amidst this, Mama T-B. called, answer we man. She had Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- si man, Many-step ([2x2x2 -1]-step) -- instructions for clothing her hospital bed in the new crib, Many supplies and complicated as anything could be man. She kept us on the phone for another over-half-hour period, man. She refused to pick furniture/decor until she "sees the place," going to be in a bare room man. Of course, the lack of large trash-bags meant Many (2+1) downstairs trips to the T-B.-mobile, man. We out-cleaned both desks except for middle drawers, many office supplies there man. We found papers of long-moot events from Many -- si man, Many -- years ago, man. Mama T-B. is precisely as big a pack-rat as we have been, only she hid hers, man. We plan to mention this to her, observe we man. We did find much family memorabilia and fotos, great to have man. We were there from Many (2x2x2 +1) p.m. till 1 a.m., Many hours man. As stated, we must still do the middle drawers, man. Miu was desperate for din-din, "starving" miu man. We din-dinned miu, warshered the bedsheets, and took a shower, never needed more than today man. Must now fold sheets ("Neatly!" screamed senior she man), si and sigh man. We will get barely Many hours of zzz, wonder if vertigo will worsen further later today we man. No party with the rubias, unthinkable man. Mama T-B. almost certain to be discharged later today, we will not be rushed man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Tuesday, report we man.

Thank you in return for being receptive to the advice.

Yee-HAAAAA!

It is Wednesday, and therefore time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== FUNNY SIGNS Without freedom of speech, we would not know who the idiots are. Beware of the dog. The cat is not trustworthy either. NOTICE: Thank you for noticing this new notice. Your noticing it has been noticed (and will be reported to the authorities). Slow Down. The cop hides behind this sign. Warning: Please look under your vehicle for penguins. Do not breathe under the water. This is a private sign. Please do not read.

Yee-HAAAAA! How very worth it!

The best evidence for ROC is estate documents -- wills, powers of attorney, HIPAA releases, et al. These are even more valuable to have in "life."

Thrilling (?) Monday report, see man: We raced to the hospital at Many (2x2x2 +1) a.m. because night nooser said, "Come earlier than Many (2x2x2 +2) a.m. because the case manager & palliative doc will be doing rounds, si man!" si man. We cooled our heels there till after Many (2x2x2 +2+2+1) a.m., man. The palliative Nooser Practitioner spoke with us for an hour, capable she man. She recommended assisted living, recommend she man. She then caucused with the case managerette & social worker, caucus she man. The latter two were a clown show, man. The social worker spoke thick Indian "English," not understandable man. The case managerette was speaking chiefly in generalities, not much specific man. Neither understood our agreement with the Nooser Practitioner nor our goals, no and no man. Meanwhile, we were about to keel over from hunger, skipped breakfast we man. Also meanwhile, Fizzicle Therapy failed to see Mama T-B. for second straight day, crucial evaluation man. We raced out to assisted-living facility related to Mama T-B.'s independent-living facility, racial we man. First, we stopped at Costco to consume a breakfast/lunch hot dog, ingest at half-past 1 p.m. we man. We caucused with the Executive Director himself for a full hour, wonderful he man man. (He will certainly want a great Many POTSs*, certain we man.) *Buy yours today, si man! They can support Mama T-B. at a surprisingly reasonable price, si man. Every room there is private, finally man. However, they had only their midsized crib, not a 1-bedroom man. We blew back to the hospital to caucus with Mama T-B., caucus we man. We showed her fotos of the empty unit, foto it we man. Mama T-B. said, "It's a DUMP, si man!", sigh man. Mama T-B. said, "It's less than one-Many'rd the size of my current crib, si man!", sigh man. We tried to convince her with the prices, si man. She alternatedly yelled and cried, sigh man. Meanwhile, an endless procession of noosers, doctors, & admin clowns paraded in & out, irritating man. Mama T-B. had us phone the Director twice with additional questions, suspicious senior she man man. Director was most patient & responsive, good he man man. We tried to convince Mama T-B. that ex-Mrs.-T-B. would help her decorate the place, si man. We can furnish it as possible with her current stuff, put rest in storage man. However, we will need a hospital bed, egad man. Nooser Practitioner (whom we phoned after hours) suggested ways, si man. We will caucus with someone on Tuesday, caucus we man. We finally left Mama T-B. after Many (2+2+2) p.m., depart we man. We did some admin tasks at her casa, slow but achieved man. We got a text that Uncle T-B.'s Rx was ready at Walgreens, just down road man. We up-picked this & something else & took those + the formerly missing undershirts to him, deliver we man. Uncle T-B. was upset and worried, kept in dark senior he man man. We briefed him, gave him his stuff, organized his pills, & made him put on his newly ordered shoes, si man. We gingerly up-picked the nasty old shoes and trash-bagged them, very good riddance man. We were pleased to see that he was wearing the new pants that we'd gotten him, no constrict calves man. We need to cancel his crucial doctor caucus tomorrow, no way we can do it man. We must out-figure some way to get his Home Health episodes renewed now, need doc's approval man. Returned to casa at deep dusk, return we man. Frantic miu was "starving," miu-bowl bereft of miu-food man. We fed miu and curbsided the garbage, si man. Din-din was 2 nuked Costco burritos, ingest we man. We texted ex-Mrs.-T-B. that we would talk with her after we called Mama T-B., si man. Called Mama T-B., who kept us on for half an hour, man. By the end of that, no reply from ex-Mrs.-T-B., sigh man. We will never get Mama T-B. moved in time now, no man. No party with or acknowledgment of the rubias, no cavort or acknowledge we man. We are rather tired, reeling with fatigue we man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Y ma'am, both facilities need to be reported to the respective State Boards, si and sigh and outrageous man. Criminal charges are probably also in order, si man.

Thread is moved from the US Citizenship main forum to the Case Progress subforum.

And this.

File for divorce. Carry a copy of your divorce certificate with you during travel, to show CBP.

Kindly stated, there's a stark difference between "tolerant" and "doormat."

It depends on the case. What kind of waiver?

Thrilling (?) Sunday report, see man: We awoke prematurely feeling aysheep, stressed we man. We called neighborette who's a Physician's Assistant, PA she man. She said that randomly scoping facilities is exhausting and often fruitless, reason she man. She said to cull the workload by relying on Mama T-B.'s case manager, si man. She said that many options for care are available, si man. She also said that estate companies can buy furniture as a lot, didn't consider this we man. We felt less aysheep, si man. We called the hospital ward, call we man. A case manager almost immediately phoned us back, pronto man. She said that no discharge would occur until we're satisfied with a choice, si man. She, we, Mama T-B., palliative-care doc, & social worker will caucus on Monday, caucus we man. We felt less aysheep, si man. Breakfast for us was 2 hard-boiled eggs, ingest and must do self-care we man man. Breakfast for Mini-B. was the last 2 corn dogs, ingest Major Food Group we man man. We managed to mow front lawn, off-blow aysheepness in not much time we man. Mini-B. helped us strip/re-linen beds, fraction of the time doing it solo man. Lunch for us was onecan of baked beans, ingest we man. Lunch for Mini-B. was 2 Costco burritos, ingest wee man. Mama T-B. had asked that we empty her fridge/freezer, both packed man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. showed up to go help while we were phoning with Mama T-B., si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. was in tears during Mama T-B.'s expressions of despair, so were we man. It was hard to say anything of consolation, difficult man. We, ex-Mrs.-T-B., & Mini-B. carpooled to Mama T-B.'s casa, si man. Helpful neighbor tailed us to estimate furniture-storage needs, helpful he man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. compiled Many (2+2+2) bags of take-home items + Many (2+1) of trash, compile she man. Neighbor estimated 1 day + half a day to box everything and one big storage room, estimate he man. Upon return to our casa, ex-Mrs.-T-B. took Mini-B., end of Two Guys week man. Din-din was 2 small beef pot pies very recently bought for Mama T-B., sadly ingest we man. We desperately needed zzz, need-zzz-ing we man. We instead went to visit Mama T-B., lonely Sunday man. We spent 2 hours getting histories of both sides of her family and pre-we man, fascinating man. Mama T-B. & we both felt better afterward, necessary diversion man. We somehow managed to conquer the Many (2+1) laundry loads & dish/de-dish the warsher, victorious we man. We have no energy to pre-scope facilities online, spent we man. D-Day is Monday, decision day man. No party with the rubias tonight, are you kidding us man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Sunday, report we man.

Sunday means it's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== DAD JOKES I taught my kids about democracy tonight by having them vote on which movie to watch and pizza to order. I then picked the movie and pizza because I'm the one with the money. "How do you explain this 4-year gap in your resumé" "That's when I went to Yale." "That's impressive. You are hired." "Thanks! I really need this Yob." A good wife will always be by your side during bad times... mostly to remind you that none of this would have happened if you'd just listened to her. When you ask me what I'm doing today, and I say "Nothing," it does not mean that I'm free. It means that I'm doing nothing. One big difference between men and women is that if a woman says, "Smell this," it usually smells nice. Can you all please stop asking Santa for the perfect man? I nearly got kidnapped 3 times today. When I was young, I was scared of the dark. Now, when I see my electric bill, I'm scared of the lights. "Dad, did you go to the same school as me?" "Yes, the same school as you, only 35 years ago. Why do you ask?" "Well, Mrs. Johnson said today that she hasn't seen an idiot like me in 35 years."

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Thrilling Saturday non-GS report, see man: Breakfast/lunch for Mini-B. was rice + tuna, ingest wee man. Breakfast/lunch for us was onecan of baked beans*, ingest we man. *bought from supermarket dented-can bin, financially savvy we man Tried to siesta, not particularly successful because out of practice we man man. Went to Mama T-B.'s casa to retrieve small items, request senior she man. Got to hospital, Mama T-B. being served din-din man. In-charge doc showed up, surprisingly young MD he man. Echocardiogram showed a healthy heart, so much for Mama T-B.'s wish to die cleanly/quickly man. Said that there was little more to do except Fizzicle Therapy, need to be discharged soon man. We and Mama T-B. lobbied hard for the neurosurgeon's injection, usually done in doc's clinic man. We lobbied hard to not have discharge before Uncle T-B.'s crucial doc caucus on Tuesday, please man. Told Uncle T-B. frankly what was up with his big sister, had to we man. Uncle T-B. was stunned and said, "I don't know how to react to this, no man," sigh man. He will certainly go through a full range of emotions, si and sigh man. We have no place to move Mama T-B., not yet man. The options are, see man: -- Skilled Noosering facility, perhaps man -- Assisted Living, probably can't provide total care man -- Back into casa with around-the-clock noosering assistance, has potential with pitfalls man The problem with Skilled Noosering is total care & semiprivate rooms, Mama T-B. helpless man. The problem with Assisted Living is as stated plus the need to move in furniture (!), impractical man. The problem with in-casa care is that Mama T-B. can't walk even one step from bed to bathroom, sigh man. She can't even roll over in bed, bad shoulder man. We will almost certainly have to vacate Mama T-B.'s current unit, nowhere to put the stuff man. If put it in storage, how to sell it man? We are not on Facebook or F Marketplace, no man. NextDoor would be a zoo, "I want this piece but not this piece, si and no man" man. We have no room even for the stuff in her fridge/freezer/pantry, no man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. are going to Ecu for most of July, stuff would spoil if they took it man. We need ideas and pronto, gracias man. Din-din was again after Many (2x2x2) p.m., ingest Costco angusburgers Two Guys man. Movie night was 2 Breaking Bad episodes, watch Two Guys man. Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. Tally for the week = Many (2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2) bowls, highly commendable man. No party with the rubias tonight or for the foreseeable future, no cavort we man. We must investigate and caucus with at least 2 or Many places on Sunday, our mission man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Gracias, D ma'am. Starting on Sunday will be a very busy week.

1. You can use them. 2. You may, or large rubber band. Avoid stapling and bunches of small paper-clips, if possible. 3. Get it there by any means. Just put "ORIGINAL I-751" in big letters on the box or mailing-label.

Super to hear! Thanks for your update.

But was your name on her mailbox? If not, and if the card was mailed, it could have been deemed a "return to sender - unknown addressee."

You were granted a CR-1 visa; correct? There's a separate fee to pay in order to receive the green card, as stated. If it was paid, the card might have been mailed to your wife's house but didn't arrive. If this, either it was misdirected, or the mailman didn't recognize your name (e.g., your name wasn't on wife's mailbox) and the envelope was returned to USCIS as "unknown recipient."

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