(South Pacific, Rodgers and Hammerstein, 1949)
I was a bit premature yesterday in thinking there might be a silver lining to the immolation of Fu Manchu and weed-eater inasmuch as the owner of the shop had let his insurance lapse. They are not offering anything in the way of hope for reimbursement.
Storm clouds continued to roll in when I called my home insurance company to see about the possibility that my equipment was covered. Resolution of that issue remains to be seen, but I was informed that my policy will end in September and will not be renewed because (wait for it) I live in a high fire danger district. Isn't that why I've been paying high premiums all these years?
They say bad things come in threes. Throw in the cancer and I think I've reached that limit, so I'm still looking for the light at the end of the current tunnel. Call me a cockeyed optimist, if you will.
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2 comments:
At least you aren't living near Trailhead Fire.
Hope smoke isn't going your way...
But three is ENOUGH !
Oh give me a break...HIGH FIRE DANGER?? Did they JUST fall off the turnip truck??? Incompetence and Injustice just drives me WILD!
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