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dalesqlSo today is Saturday April 2nd. (I was going to write this last night, but considered the date and chose not to do so. ) The fire was nine days and four hours ago as I write this in the evening.
The insurance adjuster from the insurance company is doing a fine job of ignoring phone calls, e-mails, and would probably not be in the office were I to pay a visit. Obviously, we haven't seen a dime yet, not any other form of assistance from them. This delay proves that insurance companies, all of their employees, and their various minions via subcontract are indeed living right down to their reputation and stereotype of being greedy wall street money people with no soul. In the words of Marvin the Martian. I am getting very angry. Very angry.
My parents and I are in a nice Marriott Residence Inn. But at 240 a night, not including taxes and fees, it should be a very nice hotel. I have some emergency money, but at the rate I'm spending it, it is going fast. We are spending what I earn each week for each day since the fire. If the insurance company doesn't get their shit together and stop stalling on getting the money to us, it's gonna come falling apart when our credit cards hit their limits. Of course, we have to be out of here in a week or so anyway, the whole hotel was already booked solid for the boston marathon weekend.
Friday, the storage container finally arrived. Also friday I got permission from the adjuster to empty out the fridge at home. So today, after running my parents around to various banks and medical appointments all morning, I got out to the house to deal with things there.
Emptied the fridge out. I was anticipating lots of stink and badness. It actually wasn't bad smelling, just a bit whiffy from the milk that had started to sour. I was rather surprised to find that some of the stuff in the bottom of the freezer was still partially frozen. Hurray for modern fridge insulation. But by the time I got it all bagged and outside, the dump had already closed for the day. So I'll get it on tuesday and throw it away. (Dump is only open Saturday, tuesday and thursday in our town) Hope the animals don't rip the bags up.
Moved tools and yard equipment from the barn into the storage unit and locked it up. Chained the various propane tanks to the outside of the storage unit. Snowblower at the door of the container ready for the snow forecast for tomorrow and monday.
Ugliness is starting to ferment in the family as we are confronting the difficult financial circumstances that the move into assisted living is presenting. The major asset we were expecting to use for that is the house, which is not available right now. Unfortunately, I'm the primary caregiver for my parents, so it's all yanking me painfully in different directions. My personal finances are small enough on the scale of the money needed to be inconsequential, but I'm turning into the proxy for some, and I really don't want to be the referee either.
So, some more medical appointments sunday, possible snow needing shoveling, and gonna try to get into the nesfa meeting in the afternoon. Monday, more possible snowshoveling. Hopefully dad's replacement glasses arrive. Hopefully the insurance company will pull their heads out of their asses and do what they promised to do in the insurance policy contract this week. But I'm not holding my breath.
The insurance adjuster from the insurance company is doing a fine job of ignoring phone calls, e-mails, and would probably not be in the office were I to pay a visit. Obviously, we haven't seen a dime yet, not any other form of assistance from them. This delay proves that insurance companies, all of their employees, and their various minions via subcontract are indeed living right down to their reputation and stereotype of being greedy wall street money people with no soul. In the words of Marvin the Martian. I am getting very angry. Very angry.
My parents and I are in a nice Marriott Residence Inn. But at 240 a night, not including taxes and fees, it should be a very nice hotel. I have some emergency money, but at the rate I'm spending it, it is going fast. We are spending what I earn each week for each day since the fire. If the insurance company doesn't get their shit together and stop stalling on getting the money to us, it's gonna come falling apart when our credit cards hit their limits. Of course, we have to be out of here in a week or so anyway, the whole hotel was already booked solid for the boston marathon weekend.
Friday, the storage container finally arrived. Also friday I got permission from the adjuster to empty out the fridge at home. So today, after running my parents around to various banks and medical appointments all morning, I got out to the house to deal with things there.
Emptied the fridge out. I was anticipating lots of stink and badness. It actually wasn't bad smelling, just a bit whiffy from the milk that had started to sour. I was rather surprised to find that some of the stuff in the bottom of the freezer was still partially frozen. Hurray for modern fridge insulation. But by the time I got it all bagged and outside, the dump had already closed for the day. So I'll get it on tuesday and throw it away. (Dump is only open Saturday, tuesday and thursday in our town) Hope the animals don't rip the bags up.
Moved tools and yard equipment from the barn into the storage unit and locked it up. Chained the various propane tanks to the outside of the storage unit. Snowblower at the door of the container ready for the snow forecast for tomorrow and monday.
Ugliness is starting to ferment in the family as we are confronting the difficult financial circumstances that the move into assisted living is presenting. The major asset we were expecting to use for that is the house, which is not available right now. Unfortunately, I'm the primary caregiver for my parents, so it's all yanking me painfully in different directions. My personal finances are small enough on the scale of the money needed to be inconsequential, but I'm turning into the proxy for some, and I really don't want to be the referee either.
So, some more medical appointments sunday, possible snow needing shoveling, and gonna try to get into the nesfa meeting in the afternoon. Monday, more possible snowshoveling. Hopefully dad's replacement glasses arrive. Hopefully the insurance company will pull their heads out of their asses and do what they promised to do in the insurance policy contract this week. But I'm not holding my breath.
