Every two weeks I check my PO box downtown. I don’t check it more often because I rarely receive anything, and 99 percent of what I do receive is from the United States. Today I got my second idiot check.
And this one was for twice the amount of the previous. It’s more moolah to ease my financial pain caused by the Kung Flu, financial pain that, for me, never happened.
Why do I call it an idiot check? Because it comes from the idiots who run the U. S. government and are fond of tossing money in all directions regardless of need or logic. Much goes overseas, and I’m not referring to me but to foreign nations in the form of aid. Some of that aid goes to China, which catapults the idiocy to unbelievable heights.
China. Really? I just learned of this lately.
Meanwhile, the United States sinks deeper into its Red Sea of Debt.
But there is good news here, and that’s the Mexican postal system. Yes, it’s still slow, at times miserably so, but the fact that I received this check and the previous, which were in window envelopes with U.S. Treasury as the return address, making it crystal clear that a check was inside, is cause for celebration.
These are the first two checks ever mailed to me, but I’ve read horror stories of checks being stolen in the Mexican postal system, and the advice that one ought never have a check mailed here. I did have a credit card from above the border vanish years ago, and that is why Mexican banks do not deliver credit cards in the mail. They know better.
Express services deliver them, or you can pick them up at the bank.
I was surprised when I received the first check a couple of months ago. I thought it was a fluke. And now I get another one. I suspect one reason may be that cashing it nowadays is very difficult. Check-cashing services require lots of identification. Lots. And most Mexican banks will not cash a dollar check, or let you deposit it.
No new eye
The check amount is exactly the cost of my second laser eye surgery, and I had considered using it for that, but I have decided to leave my second eye in peace. It works just fine. I had a cataract removal in February, which I wrote about here.
The reason I did the first one was that my ophthalmologist said it likely was the cause of my diminishing night vision, which made driving after dark unwise and inconvenient. But the only post-op change that I see — no pun intended — is that colors are now a bit brighter in the repaired eye, which was the worst of the two, the doc said.
So the worst eye is now the best eye. Might that be enough?
True, I have not driven after dark since the surgery because the hour changed, and I don’t leave home after 9 p.m. I’ll see how it goes when we switch hours again in October, but I suspect I’ll leave well enough alone, and I also suspect that it did not reduce my problem. But maybe it did, so I still won’t need to go under the laser again.
Maybe years in the future when I get really old.