Numbers 6:26 The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.
Mike and me at Conway Castle, Llannefydd, Wales August 2017
We were at the chiropractor today, and we discussed the need for Mike and I to get an attorney to help us deal with the insurance company of the guy who hit us. It looks like that has to be the next step – and tomorrow I’ll be contacting a personal injury lawyer.
We finished up with the appointment, and headed home; my friend, Buffy Rennie, stopped by with 2 hanging baskets I had gotten, and now I need to get them hung before Mike tries to do it and falls off a ladder! I was planning to ask Robert, but he’s not been here much and he’s really into some game on his phone – so I’ve tried not to interrupt him. I was hoping he could get my printer working for me, but I think I’ll end up having to have Staples send one of their tech guys over. The minimum cost is $150 for a house call and who knows, from there, what they’ll charge???
Mike took a nap from the time we got home from Post Falls, until it was time for him to leave to get his haircut, about an hour and a half – while he was at the barber, I went to Albertson’s and grabbed a few items, then back to get Mike. On the way home he asked if we could go to church this evening, and I was more than happy to comply with that.
We got back to the house, and I ended up dozing off for an hour before we left again; these late nights are really hard on me. We had dinner at church, fixed and served by the AWANA kids & then the kids put on a great little performance of Praising Jesus, in song and in stories they acted out. Great night, for sure.
Mike wanted me to watch a movie with him when we got home, so I agreed. I don’t remember the name, I just remember it was an old WWII movie. At 10 pm I told him I simply had to go to bed! This is getting to be to late for me each and every night. I need to begin to get ready to shut down about 8:30 and then I can finish up by 10 and actually turn out my lights.
It’s been 3 days since I took a letter into Dr. Britt’s office with a picture of the melted plastic on the top of my gas range. I still haven’t heard anything from him. I have been talking with a woman at church about this and she’s going to help me brainstorm on how to handle some of the things I’m having to deal with. It’s a relief to know someone understands, she’s been there with her parents, and she has resources to call on for advice that aren’t in my portfolio. I’m not holding my breath, but I am finding I feel a little hopeful.