What a day!

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I am just getting back home at 19:00. After missing Mass and returning home, I got on the phone with the lawyer. He thinks it would be in my interest to negotiate myself. He suggested a number that I should expect. So, I called the insurance company back. They aren't coming very close to that number at all. I may look into how complicated, or even if it is allowed, to represent myself in court, then file against them. Just that might make it so they offer a bit more. As is they are barely paying more than travel over damages. She did try to call me later in the day, leaving a message that they would come up almost two hundred more but really they need to come up about a thousand more, and change. Then I took the IRS forms and proof of sale and such sent them right out, routing number included, and yes I checked an account type on the form as well. I did try to call the agent back but again simply got his message machine. He didn't call me back either. Somehow I think I am in for a full court run-around to try and run me out of time. I am glad I started on this right away. I had best stick to it. After sixty days they can just say they gave me a chance and I didn't "respond", so they have no option but to restrict my rights. It IS how they operate, you know. Oh, and I finally found out where the local bishop lives, and delivered the thank you card and gift certificate. Next month I have two more of those to go out. Sooner if I can get that gift visa card to work. Another task to do other tasks? Innit always the way? *grins*

As I suggested, I went in to visit my friend. He happened to be home and thought doing some shopping and having dinner sounded good. But while we were talking, I asked him what he needed to get or do, as far as paperwork, and what to do with it. He thought he knew someone who might know but was reluctant to call, or something. I egged him on a bit, finally he called. We found out what paperwork he needed and where to get it. So I suggested we do this, today. You see, he is having trouble buying a firearm as well. This paperwork will clear that up, or should. You know bureaucracies! I drove him to get that paperwork and now we have to figure out who to send it to, or what to do with it. Copies, I suggested, you might have to send it in a few times. It's your paperwork, at best bureaucrats don't care, at worst they will lose the paperwork over and over because they hate guns. So, now I need to find the phone number and get that to him. Then he has to call and see if that is all the paperwork he needs, where it needs to go, and anything else that might be involved with him getting the right to buy a gun back. All because of the minor offense of messing up a kid's hair, and that "crime" being called a "domestic". They didn't live together, merely in adjoining apartments. He thought the kid was the one making most of the noise, you see. But the cops put it down as "domestic" for some reason. I guess anything to keep as many people from having guns as possible.

After that, a bit of shopping. I bought enough cat food for the month and then some, milk, and more cat litter. He got some things on his list, including more BACON! He thinks he might be addicted. Ah, it'll grow thin on him in time. From there we went to dinner. The Mexican food place I so enjoy. He had, of his own accord, the shrimp ceviche. I was impressed. I just had a four part dinner. I ate more than I was hungry for, but felt the need to eat big. It has been quite some time since I had more than a smattering of food.

All in all, a great day. I might finish the dishes and do a few loads of laundry yet tonight. Then my routine and on to bed. I forgot to get the trash out, and recycling. But I create very little trash and, now that I don't drink cans of soda, my recycling takes a goodly time to fill with milk jugs and cans of cat food being the major sources. Next time, surely.

Tomorrow? Mass, for sure. Another call to the cwp agent. Research about filing a lawsuit independently of a lawyer. Whatever remains of dishes and laundry. And, of course, my routine. If I can get to the weight bench... No, no, I want to do that on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So I'll wait one more day to start out right. I would also like to start sweeping through consignment shops and such for art for my walls. Little statues of a gothic nature, such as gargoyle statues and pedestals and perhaps lighting, and a few other assorted trivia to liven up my home, to make it my home. And plants. It is time to move in!

Hmm, I would also like to begin going through drawers, closets, and such, regarding clothing. I would like to get that all sorted out and stored rightly. And there are still a number of areas that need to be arranged, such as around my computer desk, and a few remaining flat surfaces that need to be organized and straightened. Books need to begin going to shelves, being organized there. These are things I can do on ho-hum days, when I can get little else going. I feel extremely pleased, satisfied, when I do some such small task. I see it in my mind before it is done, and make it so, and so enjoy.

What an amazing time I am having! I really do like this, and will keep working to keep this up. I hated this weekend though. I needed the rest but could not find it resting. I am going to have to do something for my R&R's. Perhaps getting out for hikes, taking one of my firearms for a little target practice on my own, you know... Doing something! Even a drive to someplace I have not been before if I am too tired for much else. You never know, when I get there maybe my feet will lead me on. Yes... YES! I... I think I can.