Friday, May 22, 2009

They've got a week

I've been home for 24 hours and except for one thing, it seems as if I have never been away. The Trip to Redding was a frantic whirrrrr of getting to Sacramento, getting car, getting fed, getting Jr Girl, and getting to Redding all on four hours of sleep.

The Hearing was a day of frustrations: no face-to-face so we still don't know what the other guy looks like and no movement on the part of the insurance co.

It was also, I hope, a strong shock to the insurance adjuster when we hauled out the photos that, to any motorcycle rider, categorically prove that NO, the Sr Boy did not run into her client because there is no F*cking damage to the bike except WHERE??? The SIDE of it. When was the last time any of you saw a motorcycle running into something sideways and upright??? And which side? The RIGHT side of it, the same side as the broken leg which would have been in place about the point of impact. Think about it.

Got it?

Thought so.

Apparently, no one bothered to ask to see the bike other than the iccybiccy adjuster who is used to dealing with cars so there was a large focus on the jeep but not so much on the bike as everyone was listening to the guys who could still talk and their story was that Himself had hit them and blahblahblah...

The mediator used to ride British bikes. He looked at the pictures, listened to The Juniors'explanations, observed the perfectly straight front forks and true front wheel and took the pictures into the other room. I don't know what he said but it wasn't enough to get the local adjuster to move. If she's smart, she'll be spending this long weekend down there making some calls to her higher-ups and maybe looking for a new job.

The Afternoon of the Hearing Day was driving back to Sacramento trying to decide what the orchards were that weren't olives or citrus (Why doesn't CA take a note from WA and put labels on things like that, big labels that can be read by curious Canadians?) and wondering where the water for all the rice paddies had come from and what happened to it after it was finished in the paddies. And trying not to think about all the effort and energy we had expended to get the three of us down there to have nothing in our hands to come home with.

The Afternoon finished with the usual when I am driving without looking at the map: lostness of tempers and tears in the bath.

The Evening was better: excellent meal and wine in this place and a taxi ride in a converted police car (The Jrs were very impressed, I was oblivious other than wondering if the holes in the dash were possibly created by bullets being the YouNitedStates and all - apprently not, simply boltholes from removed equipment) followed by the helpful people at the airline (that is not an oxymoronic combination - they were helpful airline employees) who changed The Jr Boy's and my flight so we were leaving about the same time as The Jr Girl. This was a good idea in theory but meant another night of about 4.5 hours of sleep for Miss I-Have-to-Return-the-Rental-Car-and-I-Don't-Know-How-Long-That-Will-Take.

So, here I am: Home again and nothing different

Except for the piano in the family room.

The Sr Boy's father's piano arrived yesterday afternoon.

Good thing we changed our flights.

Guess I'll be looking for a piano teacher.

And figuring out a new furniture conformation.

I'm supposed to be getting rid of stuff, right??

Still breathing

and playing scales......


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