I have a home! (for a given value of home, which is a place to stay until Hubby recuperates and we can find our own place)
Our friend Ron bought a townhouse when he was more gainfully employed, and he's struggled with finances for the past several months. Hubby went to him when our first option fell through, and tonight, after a chat with Hubby regarding how to cope with the cats and sharing a kitchen and such, he said, "Come ahead."
It's right next to a train yard (but I love trains), and he's giving us the master bedroom, which he wasn't using anyway. He's a horrific housekeeper, but that just means we're going to take over some of those chorse in exchange.
He didn't want to discuss it till after the surgery, but Hubby pointed out that he didn't want me sitting in a surgical waiting room fretting over not having a roof over our head on top of wondering what was happening in the OR. Ron said that made sense. This gives us a month and a half to get packed and ready and for Hubby to be mostly mobile.
In a DVD extra to my life's adventures, Hubby went in on Friday to get the blood work done for the surgical screenings, and the nurses said, "Oh, but your surgery's been cancelled. The insurance company ruled it non-essential and cancelled it." Hubby asked which lawyer did they recommend he contact, or should he just call the state and report the accountants for practicing medicine without a license, that they would countermand the orders of the best neurosurgeon in the state. After some waffling and panic, the surgery was reinstated.
If the gods insist on being bored, can't they amuse themselves by making me the unexpected heir to a hitherto-unknown rich aunt?
Daniel may be killing one or more of my cats any minute now.
Their latest bout of wrestle-mania involved knocking over the fan that sits near his computer desk. No big deal? It took some panel from, I think, the Windoze machine out, as well.
They've both had time-out sessions tonight, one at a time at various moments. Next step is either being thrown into orbit, or a dual time-out for which we don't really have enough laundry baskets.
Yay for Roof-having, Connie. Not so yay for crappy insurance crapola.
Dan says the panel on the puter was loose to begin with.
Whew.
Yep, I am going to bed early tonight. Right after I clean up the swarm of ants that invaded my kitchen today. Crikey.
I have a home!
Yay! I hope the world stops trying to amuse itself with you now.
for which we don't really have enough laundry baskets.
Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know.
How does a kitty time out work?
I give Ozzie the cat times out some time by locking him in his least favorite room.
No one at work mentioned my haircut at all today. I think everyone hates it.
connie, that is indeed good news on the home front.
I'm starting to think Shakespeare was wrong about lawyers; he should have said insurance companies, instead.
Yay home for connie! And yay for DH knowing how to handle insurance nonsense - what a thing to try to pull!
I should go to sleep. And yet, tempted to stay up for the threat turnover...
Perkins, you need to post a picture so we can compliment you on your haircut that I'm sure is lovely.
I like the idea of trapping my cat in a laundry basket. We use the ignore technique to good effect ( yell bad Kitty or no in really loud voice than walk away and do not talk , pet or in anyway shape or form acknowledge the cat for 10 to 30 min)
This thread is hanging on 4evah!
