Despite my best intentions, I did not start my thirty-minutes-of-exercise-per-day plan today. I know that there is no try; there is only do -- although I'm probably misquoting Yoda there. But it's been a day of having to take care of other stuff, and without my routine already established, I fell short of my start goal. Just listen to the story of my day:
I already knew I had to drive to Daytona(ish) to meet my son for a dog hand-off. He has had my little dog while the mold removal was going on, and I am taking her back along with his dog while he moves this weekend. That was the best part of my day, not the driving but having lunch with my son and his new girlfriend. We found a dog-friendly place and had a chance to chat. She -- the girlfriend -- is very sweet and loves my little dog. That right there -- along with her being a Violent Femmes fan -- is reason enough for me to like her. Even though the two of them haven't been going out long, they share a nice rapport, as did she and I. In truth, I can get along with anybody; it doesn't mean I like everybody, but I do like her.
Before I left home, I checked my bank account thinking maybe my pay would go in early. (Again this month, it was scheduled for the eighth, and we were assured there would be no delay, like last month.) Sure enough, my college had made a deposit today -- for about one-fourth the amount it should have been. So I called payroll but got voicemail for every number I tried. I called our office assistant, who did answer and promised to find out what he could and call me back. In the meantime, I drove to my local consignment shop to see if any of my items had sold. They had; fifty dollars awaited me! That was good. Oh, while I was waiting for the shop to open, I made Rice Krispie treats. They are always more work than I remembered. So I had to go back home before I went south to pick up the treats to take to my son.
Throughout the week, the same son has been trying to get in touch with his dad to ask him to help out with his move-in expenses. His dad has never gotten back to him, not even with a birthday call on Wednesday. That in itself pisses me off. I told my son to try calling his dad at work. Did I mention my son is moving tomorrow? Yesterday I had told him not to worry, that if his dad didn't come through I'd make sure he had what he needed. Again this morning, he said, "Bobby said [my younger two often call their dad by his first name] he was going to send me money for graduation." I said, "I don't want to talk crap, but that was a full month ago. You just can't count on him. I'll bring you the money." Fortunately, I had gotten at least some of my pay -- our assistant did call back to tell me that payroll said it was a "tech issue" that would be corrected by next week -- so I could take a few hundred out to help my son.
When I finally got on the road, my adjuster called. Did I also mention that I haven't gotten a dime from my insurance company yet -- two months after filing the claim. I wasn't even sure the mold report came back clear because NO ONE LET ME KNOW. The last contact I had with the adjuster was, "I'll find out," after I had asked if I could move back into my house. That was last Thursday, and he let me know today that, in fact, it had come back clear. Okay, that's nice to know. Now I can pull down the plastic and unpack the boxes that are filling my living room. The adjuster was calling because he wanted to know if I'd received a check or any new information from my insurance company. He actually had the nerve to say to me, "I want to get paid." I said, "Yeah, Jay, I want to get paid too." I didn't follow up with, "If you hadn't jerked me around about the contractor, we both would have been paid by now." I could have said it, but I think it was implied.
Okay, this is getting rather lengthy, so I'll wrap it up. I drove home through heavy traffic and pouring rain, at least for the last half-hour. Dogs were well-behaved, but drivers weren't. Sitting in the car most of the day made my back hurt again. I'm home, but the rain is still coming down and now there is also thunder and lightning. I know I mentioned a back-up plan for hot and/or rainy days, but I hadn't actually developed one. So the exercise can wait one more day. I am so frustrated by money issues over which I have little control (for the most part) that I could just scream. I wonder how many calories screaming burns.
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