My day was full of ups and downs. After Cliff, Rena and I went for our (very wet and foggy) walk, I saddled Blue and rode for a short time... mainly out of guilt. Poor guy, because of heat and rain and just being busy, he hasn't gotten enough attention lately. So I spent time with him. That was a good time.
Unfortunately, as I was getting ready to send our property insurance, I realized I needed to talk to our insurance man: After all, we are no longer living in our old house. We've insured the mobile home, but I figured we needed to let someone know that Cliff's sister is living in our old house.
Well, guess what? We get to pay $150 more a year, because it isn't US living there.
After discussing a few more issues that didn't set well with me, I ended up yelling at our insurance man on the phone. It didn't do a lot of good, but at least I got it off my chest. We've had the same insurance (Concordia Farmer's Mutual) for thirty years and only used it once, and I get treated like trash that can't be trusted.
Trouble is, there isn't a lot of choice, since most insurance companies won't touch old houses out in the country. Believe me, I've checked.
So I fumed and fussed for awhile and wondered if I needed to spend a night at the cabin. Then I thought about having no air conditioning or shower. And remembered my firepit and my porch right here at home.
Yeah. I kept my camp-out right here. Now I'm sitting on my porch, typing on my laptop, and thinking what a wonderful home I have.
The hot dogs were extra-good because they were Nathan's hot dogs.
Thanks, Joanna, for getting me addicted to hot dogs that cost over $4 a pound.
In spite of the cost of my insurance, I can still afford them.