Saturday, July 28, 2007
sweating...clouded brain...nausea...trembling...yes, it can mean only one thing. We are about to be....visited...by....the....INSURANCE INSPECTOR.
I didn't expect the INSURANCE INPECTOR....
Nobody expects the insurance inspector!
::o.k. if you are not a MOnty Python fan just roll your eyes and continue reading..it will make sense eventually.::::
Our insurance lapsed. I know. Bad bad bad...But finances are really bad right now. Well I got the policy back up and running but now they want to do an inspection. This would probably not be SO bad except one of the results of a wild lifestyle as a teenager is that I am terrified of people in authority. Yes! Every morning I have to drive past the police station while taking my husband to work and you can hear me muttering to myself.."maintain. maintain."
When we owned a restaurant the mere shadow of the health inspector made my stomach churn event hough we always passed with very high marks.
So the idea of an insurance inspector coming NOW, when Marc has been sick and is only now getting around with the combination of crutches and a wheelchair..when projects are many and not moving ahead to fast AND when there is no money to buy the supplies let alone HIRE someone..
Well then. You see my dilemma.
Can I admit to you that I am overwhelmed with my life right now? That selling out for whatever we can get and buying a small condo seems very attractive? The ongoing dilemma of the home restorer- you know it will be gorgeous eventually but can you function long enough to make it happen? Can you really handle one more winter with cold air blowing up through the cracks in the sunroom floor? Or listening to the resident raccoon moving about between floors?
Or the ominous, impending visit of the inspector?
I am just kicking back this weekend. I just don't feel capable of handling one more thing, of deciding one more thing, of juggling one more thing..or of fixing one more thing. Maybe in a coupel of days I will have my sense of humor back but for now I am just tired. Exhausted. And ready to throw in the trowel. :(