Hello to my fellow inhabitants of the Blog World, too. You’re all beautiful and awesome, like the lady above, but I won’t call you big. Just ’cause I’m polite that way.
So … it has been a while between posts again. Actually at this point I should be saying still, rather than again, I guess. For once, I’d have been glad if my periodic need to pay homage to Rip Van Winkle had been the cause of the break, but, alas, there were other doings afoot.
Richard was in an accident on Easter Saturday, and everything has felt a bit off kilter since. He’s basically fine, thank goodness, as in no major injuries, but he was badly shaken up, both physically and mentally, so has needed some extra TLC. The other driver ran a stop sign and ploughed into the driver’s side of the car, so Richard was very lucky to get out of it with just a few bumps and strains. Fortunately the point of impact was more towards the front wheel than right on the door, and that made all the difference. Huge thanks to his guardian angel for being on duty that afternoon!
Our car is a bit of a mess, and we’re fully expecting it to be written off. They’re very slow at getting back to us and we haven’t had official word yet, but I will be very surprised indeed if they do decide to repair it and give it back to us. It has been very well looked after from day one and was in excellent condition. Which, unfortunately, doesn’t matter much for insurance purposes, as they tend to just look at the year in which the car was manufactured. So, I’ve been spending loads of time online, looking around at what’s on offer and what is given good reviews by various consumer advice groups. I’ve always said that clothing shopping is the most loathesome exercise ever, but I’ll change that to car shopping now!
Meanwhile, we’re making do with shoe leather, public transportation, and the kindness of one of Richard’s colleagues. She works the same shift rotation and we live on her route to and from work, so it’s not putting her out at all. We could get a rental car and would be reimbursed for it, but we can’t really justify it with Richard getting the lift to and from work. Our car insurance here is a bit unique in that it’s a public “utility”, paid for out of our provincial taxes. Everyone’s policy is with the Manitoba Public Insurance Corporation, a branch of the provincial government, and our rates are a fair bit lower than anywhere else in the country. People still moan, of course, but few take the time to compare our rates to what they’d be paying for a private insurance policy in any of the other provinces. Hence our not bothering with the rental car. It’s a waste of tax dollars, and less waste keeps the rates down for everyone.
In between all of this I’ve been under the gun to get our yearly income taxes finished up, as well as a few other things that were put on hold until I was up to doing them. None of which would have been a big deal in the past, but at present my brain only works really well now and then, for short bursts, so I have to wait for good days to tackle things which need some real thought and concentration. I just finished the send in copy of the taxes before I sat down to do this post, actually, so this is a nice diversion after crunching numbers. I managed to wring a refund out of the sheaf of papers, though, so the effort was worth it this time around. It’s not a huge amount, but will be enough to pay for part of a job that we want to have done in the house this summer. Er, skip that thought. The bathroom redo was what we had in mind before facing the prospect of buying a different car. Sigh …….
But the good, nay, great news is that spring is here in earnest now. The last of the snow disappeared a week or so ago and we’ve had a few really balmy days. Nothing says spring like laundry flapping on the line for the first time since autumn, while a robin sings its heart out. Ahhhhh. Of course the return of the crows is a harbinger of spring, too, but I prefer to think about those noisy, black-hearted devils as little as possible. I’m keeping an eye on the upper branches of our mighty maples in the backyard, lest a pair decides to set up housekeeping right outside our bedroom window again. The adults are noisy enough, but the constant squawking of the half-grown offspring provoked many a murderous thought that summer. The hose is ready to blast the slightest sign of a new nest to smithereens. There are a bajillion other trees in the neigbourhood, so they don’t need to pick on us twice. Mutter, mutter, varmints, mutter, mutter.
One last note before I go, I hesitate to say that I’ve been feeling generally a bit better just lately, as that’s guaranteed to trigger a mega relapse. Thus, I’ll just say that finally heeding the advice to lay off the caffeine has produced a surprising result. It doesn’t make sense, as caffeine is a stimulant, but not a lot about CFS and Fibro does make sense, really.
Speaking of which, I now have a date with my mattress, thanks to my days and nights being mixed up again. I’ll make my rounds to your necks of the woods when I emerge from my lair this afternoon. Yawn, g’night, er, g’morning, er, g’whatever, all.