I got up shortly after 5:30. I wanted to complete my walk and be home in time for Yvette's driveway yoga. At the end of class, the students broke out in hugs. When a student offered Yvette one, she bowed out gracefully.
When I went to the kitchen, the roach I had stomped on, and left was gone. Wow! I was impressed. Those ants did a job on it.
When I swept the kitchen floor, I found the roach corpse at the edge of the refrigerator. Okay, the ants may not have eaten the whole thing, but how did they move it six inches? The ants weren't interested in what was left of the roach. The corpse was all mine.
I called Dorothy and asked if I could complain. She listens to a lot of complaints from her ex-husband. I figured she would be an expert on listening. I complained about my car purchase. She assured me that everyone walks away from that situation, feeling they could have done better. I've heard people say they need several showers to wash the experience off.
I was exhausted. I feel bad about the car deal. I was really shocked when I realized I was buying a 2019. Has that car been sitting idly in the lot for all this time? That wears down the batteries, all three of them.
When I woke up from a long nap, I called Progressive to check on the car insurance. I've been meaning to do this for a while and have been putting it off. The last time I called them, they told me that my rates would drop in November when my probation time expired after many accidents. It would up that the monthly charge on the ten-year-old Ford is higher than on my brand new Kia. That doesn't make a lick of sense. The customer service agent kept saying they just put in the VIN number, and it comes up automatically. They have no way of explaining the difference. I kept saying that there has to be some way of explaining the charge. They know nothing. It reminds me of what Adam went through with the insurance company.
Right before Adam went on my insurance so he could use Mike's car to Uber, he had a car accident. With the car turned off, he was parked when someone backed into his at 40 miles an hour, totaling his brand-new car. When Progressive put in the VIN number, it was reported that Adam was responsible for the accident. The police report, the other driver, and her insurance company all understood that t was 100% her problem. Progressive was a rock wall. Sorry, that's what the computer reported when they put in the VIN number. Adam beat his head against the wall. He finally got satisfaction when he told them his father was a personal injury lawyer. Given the information I got today, I wonder. It may be time to change insurance companies. There are a lot of changes that have to happen.
After that, I called Kea. Kingston was asleep. I told her I was on the lookout for people to work with. She told me her sister had a five-year-old, and she was concerned she wasn't reading yet. OMG! Concerned that her five-year-old wasn't reading yet. I'm with Waldorf: don't teach word recognition until seven, work on language skills in the meantime. My nephew, David, went to Waldorf. I observed a pre-school class. It was a treat. David would come home and retell the stories he heard in his pre-school class His retelling wasn't as well organized as the original story. It was a kick listening to his version, but he went on for a good five minutes. Most kids don't have well-developed language skills. If parents want their children to progress, that's what they should work on.
I finally realized that I could have waited six months for the Ford Fusion to come in. Josh has been driving my car. We could have worked something out. He could have driven it to work, and someone could have driven me down later in the day to pick it up. Then someone could have picked Josh up from work at the end of the day. Realizing how most of this was my fault because I didn't take care of myself has made me feel somewhat better.
I'm as sure as I can be that I didn't get a good deal. I spent full price for a 2019. Possibly the same price I would have paid for a 2021 Ford in six months. I'm actually thinking I might trade this car in and buy the Fusion in six months. I may at least find out how I might do. The loss will probably be somewhat more than I would have paid for a car rental. A hell of a lot more if I had just used Mike's Ford and worked out a deal with Josh. Oh, well.
What makes me unhappy about the deal is the folks at Kia. There's a soullessness about the place. That wouldn't be so bad if I didn't meet the folks at Orchid Ford. There is love there, love of their work because they see it as a service as well as a business and love of their fellow employees.
Yvette was having a fifteenth wedding anniversary party for her and Josh. She was going to have the party in the yard in front of her house. She was going to get a tent if it rained. She had only invited ten people. Ridiculous, I thought; just have it in my house. There have been no cases of Covid on this island in several days. I hugged people today. We can move furniture around and have everyone sitting in the front living room, no problem. It's a wide-open space with hallway space on either side. We can have plenty of room between people. We can open every window and put on every fan. That should reduce the viral load, assuming there is any chance that someone is a secret carrier. We can also use the driveway for a dance area, assuming it isn't raining.
While I hadn't heard from Yvette yet, I did hear from B. He called today from Costco to ask me if I needed anything. In the meantime, he told me he had heard of the change of plans for the party and was planning to put up the colored lights among the trees in the front of my house. This will be a perfect setting. When Yvette got home, she stopped by when she got home to check if I was really okay with having guests in the house. Wasn't I concerned about contamination? First off, I have stopped being overly concerned, whether I should be or not. Second, I think we can create enough space and moving air in the house to make it safe even if it isn't.
The 3rd-grade teacher I'm working with called to tell me that the mother of the boy I'm working with told her she doesn't have to work with her son anymore; she thinks I'm doing a fantastic job.
I'm suffering from too little to do. I want to do more tutoring. I'm starting to tell everyone I know that I'm looking for work. I was inspired to be more out there for myself from Judy's son Matt's example. He enters his work in competitions and sells himself. I'm willing to work for nothing or $1. But if someone asks my fee, it's $60 an hour. The idea that Yvette gets $70 an hour for massage and teachers get $25 drives me nuts. Yvette is a fantastic massage therapist; she deserves every cent she gets. But this is a standard fee for all massage therapists, whether they're good or not.
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