The saga continues

No wonder those poor people in New Orleans and along the coast are still trying to get things settled after 2 years.

A week after a tree falls on my house, after being juggled around here and there--the original person on the phone, Brenda, Trish, Curtisi--Curtis finally shows up--drives past the driveway, when I specifically told him to park in the back. He had to have seen me standing there waiting for him, but what does he do? He drives around front, then goes to the front door and knocks--which I figureout because I can hear the dogs barking. So I trudged around front to fetch him, he comes around back and goes, "So, is that the tree?"

I bite my tongue not to say anything really sarcastic and agree that yes indeed, that's the tree. And that's the chimney cap. And that's the chimney.

And then he says, "There's snow on the roof."

"Yes, there is."

"Well, I can't do an inspection with snow on the roof." (Like it's my fault there's snow on the roof.)

And I'm afraid I pointed out that I'd called an entire week ago and that there hadn't been snow on the roof except that it snowed Friday (only I got my days mixed up and said Saturday).

And he said he'd had to drive 8 hours to get here because it was so out of the way.

So we didn't hit it off at all well. He's supposed to set something else up, but the way this winter is going, it could be May before I get anything done with this. Well, okay, maybe April. Or March. I TOLD him to call me at work, but I bet he tries to get me on the cell phone, which I only check once a week or so, except this past week because of the tree and the roof.

He gave me some kind of happy-happy handout which I haven't looked at yet. I'm sure it only explains how they'll do their best to not allow my claim. (she said sourly)

I'm really really tired. I'm sleeping too much and not eating enough. But it's been a pretty day, sunny and warm, and I've had the Ts out twice, and Timber came to campus with me to do his Level 4 On the Road test. My heart was in my throat when I took his leash off for the 40-foot recall--I didn't know if he'd come to me or take a look at all that land and take off. But he broke his stay at 30 feet and flew right to me. He came to *me*. I shed a few foolish tears. He chose me. We tried it again in the safety of the enclosed tennis court, and he did a lovely stay and recall, and then ran great big happy circles. I sure wish I had a big place for them.

But I feel like I took advantage of the day, and it's supposed to be snowy and cold tomorrow and Tuesday, and then I go back to work. :-P