Wait, that isn't entirely true. We did get an advance and a loan from the credit union, with which we were able to purchase a furnace. Now we have an installation bill hanging over us (underlined and highlighted in blue this month, to serve as a delightful reminder that my credit score is plummeting with each overdue bill).
I call the insurance agency a couple times a week, and I stop by whenever I go to Sidney for the mail. They can only tell me that there has been some movement, and that checks are beginning to be issued (I hate the grammar of that sentence, but I tried it a couple other ways, and they turned out equally yucky if not worse) Sorry for the digression ...
This evening I emailed my assemblyman to complain about the insurance company and the unfairness of the whole situation. I figure I've kicked this donkey everywhere else, now I'm going to kick it in the ass (no offense intended to Assemblyman Lopez) to see if it moves.
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The part that bothers me the most about this situation is not the fact that we aren't back in our home. It isn't that I'm afraid the house won't be repaired, or even the amount of time it is taking.
What bothers me is that, every time someone makes a point of telling me what I should be doing, or that I'm not doing enough, or that So-And-So got HIS check 2 months ago ... I feel a little "less." Less of a husband and father, less competent, less courageous, less ... just "less."
I probably shouldn't feel that way, because I know what I have been doing to remedy the situation. I'm trying REAL hard to be brave and to not bother others with my misfortune, you know, go about my business and leave the rest to God.
... Later!
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