I Miss the Old Days...
Remember the good old days? When I posted about politics, relationship issues, and plain old goofy things like the wonders of Mattel and their ever-pleasing Barbie Collection? Well, I still get a good bit of traffic from people doing Google image searches and looking at the Barbie pictures (but probably not the blog itself). The latest stats show such visitors came from Slovakia, Poland, The Czech Rebublic, Turkey, Turkmenistan, Mexico, France, The UK, Germany, Finland, Slovenia, Italy, Denmark, and Russia. Then there are the rest of you, my few regulars who I know, and those anonymous visitors who I have no clue about. I'd like to please you all with some pithy prose, but my life is not inspiring much of that these days. So, I offer you a few new Barbies from Mattel's archives as a little sugar to help the unpalatable report of news from the homefront go down a little more easily. And here they are!
I have chosen the following names for them, and I encourage you to submit your own suggestions for names of these dolls.
Now, here's the quickie on what's going on here. Maybe if I bullet them, it will incline me toward being succinct.
- The estimates are coming in on the house leveling and foundation repair. If I do it the way the civil engineer suggests, the latest bid was $54,000. I don't have yet have the stomach to address this with the insurance company, as I've been told I should prepare to fight.
- The SBA (which handles disaster loans for FEMA) sent a building inspector to my house to determine the extent of the damage in order to establish the limits of what I could borrow. The inspector said he was putting me down for a complete rebuild. Yes, you read that right. Because of the extent of the wind damage and the foundation problems, he is recommending that I tear down and rebuild and is authorizing a loan in the amount necessary to do that. He said I don't have to tear it down, I can just fix it, but he expects it to cost a lot more than my insurance will pay. I already knew this, but his assessment absolutely freaked me out.
- I may have a temporary contract job offer coming as a project manager for Cox Cable, our local cable and internet provider. As I understand it, it involves the logistics of getting cable set up in the various FEMA trailer developments in and around the city. They are in various states of readiness and have to be monitored as they progress. I'm lacking a lot of the details, and since it's a contract position, I will have no benefits. I desperately need health insurance! But I'll take an income right now, with or without it. Oh, I would feel so much better with a decent income. A stable income would be even better. But anything is better than my piddly unemployment, which is a whopping $157 per week. I work on my house every day -there is so much to do there - and I guess it's good to have something coming in while I try to get things under control on the homefront. And I think this gig will give me the flexibility I need for my kids.
- Speaking of kids, my daughter is beginning to show some of the early signs of puberty. (Armpit hair, and what appear to be the early signs of budding breasts -not too noticeable, thank God!) How did this happen??? This is the baby. My baby! It seems too early. She's not supposed to be growing up this fast! She'll be 10 this summer and that alone is hard enough for me to digest, but my baby girl entering puberty is just toooo much!
I've never really discussed my relationship with her father here, but if you surmised that it was a powerful and singular kind of experience, you'd be right. And for now, I'll leave it at that.