Our onamental plum tree in full bloom.
I got an envelope in the mail a few days ago and was reluctant to open it. It was one of those government envelopes but not the usual tax notice, medical services plan, HST remittance type of envelopes. Was it a notice for an impending audit? Dare I open it? What it was, was Big Brother keeping tabs on me. But, instead of wanting something from me, he wanted to give me something. I had been meaning to inquire about this issue for some time, but it either slipped my mind, or I was in denial.
I have now read all the documents and their attached explanations and am ready to fill out the forms and submit my application for .... (drum roll) OAP! For my non-Canadian readers, that is Old Age Security, a pension that I am entitled to as an old geezer who has lived in Canada all my life and paid blood, sweat, and tears in income taxes and myriad other taxes since I was 18 years of age.
Not all who qualify for this benefit deserve it, but we live in a compassionate, generous, and highly socialistic country, so come one and come all, and collect your pogey.
I was at the movies a while back and was shocked and amazed and pleasantly surprised to see that I qualified for a half price movie even before OAP. One of my favourite restaurants wants to discount all my meals. They were all warming me up to the fact that in a few more months, I will be OLD so I had better get used to the idea.
"Day by day nothing changes, but, looking back, nothing is the same" C. S. Lewis
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