It's the morning of the day I leave.
I have been the reluctant one, not coming forth with ideas or with plans. Karol has taken the lead in investigating Mike's situation, going to his house, saying what needs to be said. I have been in the background. But supportive!
So much is not decided, so much is not resolved. I think we all agree that paying the health insurance is the number one priority for us. And we are coming to the notion that we are going to have to put together funds from ourselves to do this.
On top of this, we are still wanting, Karol and I, to go to New York. How will we afford it? Somehow. If not now, when? I feel we should go ahead and make that trip and then sort out the damage.
I will get in after normal hours. I am going to find out if the body shop can pick me up and bring me to my car when I arrive at the airport. That would be extra cool. If not, a trip in a taxi wouldn't cost so much.
I am at Mike's house and Kat and Cathy are working through what files they can find to determine what bills are out there and what money is coming in. There are possible avenues out of this, thank heaven.
I made a reservation to return this afternoon at 2;15 but the flight was cancelled. They rescheduled it for 5:45 this afternoon. So that's why I am here watching this and helping Mary with a couple of her projects. It will take about three hours to get home because i change planes in LA. I have a book. I have a phone. I have keys to my back door, I think. I can pick up my car tomorrow if I can get to the body shop, which shouldn't be that hard.
If I had left by car at the same time as I left for the airport I would be home by now. Comfy and maybe even in bed.
But instead I am in Los Angeles and my next flight doesn't leave until nine. That is, if it's on time, which it is not likely to be. American Eagle's idea of "on time" is not the same as Southwest's. I think they build in the delays and then fudge the outcome. The captain said we were "on time", that we were scheduled to arrive at 7:10 and it would take about five minutes of jockeying the plane to the gate, suggesting that we would get there just five minutes after the scheduled arrival time. But in fact we arrived on the ground ten or twenty minutes after the scheduled arrival time and then had that time getting to the gate.
But it's no biggie to me. My next flight isn't until nine. A two-hour layover if the first had actually been on time.
Last night I made the reservation change and specified the single-seat side of the plane, the A row. But when my flight was cancelled I was thrown on this packed flight and have a C seat for both flights, the seat by the window with a person sitting next to me. These planes are so small that it is just a wonderful thing that the flights tend to be so short.
I am really tired, once again.
Tomorrow morning, if I can get to the body shop early I can get in as early as seven. If I can't get a ride or don't want to call a taxi I can wait until eight and they will pick me up. That option sounds pretty good right now. I am hoping rather that Paul is at his gf's tonight. I don't quite know why. Maybe it's just being tired, that's all.
This aft karol and cathy and i were at Mike's house and Cathy embarked on the ship of finance, trying to find the answers to elusive questions. What is coming in? What is going out? What has been paid up? What has not? She's doing a hell of a job! Chicken that I am I choose not to face it, to get involved in it. Although I will retain some of the information so I can make suggestions from time to time. My feeling is that we should sell some of the cars plus the motorhome, to start. Of course, assuming we can sell them, assuming we can obtain some sort of power of attorney.
I do love that I can write this and post it while sitting in an airline terminal.