This Upcoming Week.

 It's a bit jarring to hear my name repeated over and over again, in such ominous tones, with such dire warnings. Hurricane Debby is due to hit Florida tomorrow morning. I worry about Ellie, and Ms. Moon. There are probably more of you out there too. Stay safe everyone. 

Tim was amused. He stopped off at Walmart to pick up his prescription after church. He said that he parked next to a huge jacked up truck with the big pipe bumpers and rack on the front. You know, the kind of flashy truck that young men drive to prove their manhood. The license was from Florida. 

He came out of the store and was preparing to leave when he saw an elderly couple come out. The woman had to use a milk crate to get herself into the truck. It gave him a laugh. He never would have matched those people with that vehicle. 

Quiet day. It was a one person day at the new build, so I stayed home and did laundry, stripped the bed, cleaned the kitchen, etc. I had intended to go grocery shopping, but damn, we only have one car. I could have driven the truck, but I'm not familiar with it, and it would be just my luck that something would happen while I was driving it.

My car is still at the tow shop, locked up inside, which is aggravating. They have been telling Tim that they've been waiting on the insurance company to pay the bill. Since we just got our check from them last week, we didn't question it. 

Tim stopped in again, and was told that the bill had not yet been paid by the insurance company. 

Tim came home and called the insurance company who told him that they were waiting on the tow company to send them a bill. They helpfully suggested that Tim could pay the towing/storage fees, claim the car and then contact the insurance company with a new claim. 

We weren't comfortable doing that. It's been quite a while sorting this all out. I wasn't looking forward to another month or more waiting around to resolve part two.

 I called the towing company and told him what the insurance company had said, and he was mad, and I mean right now. He sputtered that the insurance company certainly had been billed, via e-mail. *grumble, grumble, mutter, mutter* 

I asked him, "So what e-mail address did you mail that invoice to?" 

He seemed unprepared for that question, and it took him a minute or two before he triumphantly said, "Here it is. I have the e-mail right here in front of me!" and he provided the correct address. 

"Okay," I said, "When was that information sent out to her?" 

He said, "um...This email does not have a date or time on it." 

I suggested he resend the information, which he said he would do *grumble, grumble, mutter, mutter*

When I hung up the phone, I shook my head and said to Tim, "Yeah...they never sent that information..."

Our meeting with the city and their lawyer is Wednesday morning. 

It's fair week and Tim does love the fair. 

This weekend, we are away for a birthday party on the other side of the state. 

Probably not a week that we'll get an awful lot done, but we'll have some fun.