Written by This week has been a roller coaster ride. We got home from Florida to find our insurance agent called while we were gone. Our premiums were set to go up to almost $3400 a year because the California DMV assessed Rob points on his license because of fix-it tickets from Florida. From 2 years ago. Tickets that were fixed on time and never assessed points. He spent all day Wednesday on the phone with Florida’s DMV, California DMV and basically, no one had any answers as to why CA would assess points when Florida didn’t. We are still fighting with our insurance company and the DMV.
In a highly dignified move, I called the insurance agent on Friday to talk about everything. I ended up in tears, nearly yelling at her while I sat in a gas station pumping gas before going back to work that night for the busiest and final football game of the year. Her advice? Come in and talk to a manager. We do not hold out hope for much. Our only solution thus far is to take Rob off the insurance and have him not drive next year. Not what we were looking for.
THEN (because you know it gets better), Tucker discovered the outside world. Twice. In the same day. The first time, Samson went bonkers barking at something. Rob looked outside to see what was up and lo and behold, Tuck was on the front porch. In a panic, he rushed outside, pulling the front door behind him. But oops! He locked himself outside with Tucker at 7:20am. He called me from the neighbour’s house and luckily, my mom is off-track this month and could swing by to let him in. When things finally calmed down and few hours later, Rob did a head count.
Samson? Check.
Veruca? Check.
Tucker? Uh, wait.
Rush around outside in a panic again. 3 HOUSES DOWN THE STREET, Tucker ducks under a car. Rob gives chase and Tuck runs. Good thing Rob is faster because Tuck was on the move. Apparently, he’d gone to visit our neighbour’s house (she had the door open and he just wandered inside) before ambling over a few more houses.
So Thursday meant a trip to the store for batteries for the dog door and then another trip to Target for the special lithium battery for the dog’s collar. We couldn’t find the manual for the door so the internet to the rescue. Rob read instructions to me and I sat on the filthy kitchen floor to program the door. Situation returned to normal. Tucker cannot figure out why the door no longer holds any magic for him and Samson has only gotten stuck outside once (at 6am this morning).
Yesterday, I was intent to scour the house. I woke up with a migraine and after a few hours of trying to fight it, I had to take drugs. I laid down and Rob brought me a cold cloth for my head. That was at 12:30. I woke up at 4:45 when my mom called from LA to say they’d arrived safely for their cruise. (Their 40th anniversary is in February and with the grandbaby coming that week, they decided to go on an early celebration trip.) It has been a frustrating few days. Housecleaning has been put on hold until today.
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