The insurance company has put us up in a hotel near my office. That’s nice–I enjoy being able to leave at 6:35 and get to work by 6:45. And it’s a Residence Inn, which means we have a stovetop and a microwave and a refrigerator, etc. There’s also a swimming pool, but I’m sure you can understand why I won’t be using it. The thought of having to dig through the debris in the house to find a swimsuit that actually fits, well, yeah. Not going to happen, that.
The person Joe spoke with yesterday said we’d be in the hotel for 2 weeks, and then would be moved to a corporate apartment until our home is ready for us to move back in. They’re estimating, right now, that it will be 2 or 3 months.
Joe’s meeting the adjuster at the house this morning. I’m glad I don’t have to go. I’d lose it all over again.
Of the clothes items I got Monday morning, most of them are just a wee titch too snug around my still too large gut. And the pair of jeans I grabbed are a wee titch too snug on my legs and a huge titch too loose around my backside. Once when I got out of my car yesterday, my jeans were around my thighs instead of around my butt. So I told Joe that tonight I have to buy at least 2 more shirts that I can wear with the new pants I bought Monday, to get me through this week at work, and then I’ve got to do some shopping on Saturday.
That’s one of the reasons I have trouble getting dressed in the mornings. My weight loss is so inconsistent, so I’ll try on outfit after outfit after outfit, ripping things off and putting something else on. But with the smoke and chemical residue I certainly wasn’t going to stand in there and try things on. So I picked out 4 or 5 shirts that I thought would fit, and picked out a pair of jeans that I thought would fit. Obviously, they didn’t. And I’m not going to be buying clothes that don’t fit, so even though my new wardrobe, until we’re back in the house, may be very limited, I’m going to be dang sure that everything fits just right.
Sorry to ramble. It’s just so surreal. All these things you don’t think about. I have to call the cable company and see if they can suspend our service until we move back. I had a DVD from Netflix that got left in the house, so I need to contact them and see about paying for it and then suspending our service. One of my prescription bottles got accidentally left behind, so I’ve not only got to get a refill on it, but I have to get approval from the insurance company to refill it early, so they will know that the supply I have of it was left behind after the fire. All the things that were on my to-do list to begin with.
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If you made it this far, thank you. I mostly just need to vent a little bit, and document all this mess so that when it’s behind me I don’t forget what it felt like.