On Monday I went to meet my lawyer in Carson City. Long story short, it was a waste of time, the lawyers offered to not sue ME if we dropped the case. Nice of them huh. Depression fodder.
I had left on Sunday from here and went to my friend Gary Sue's place north of Reno, ate a wonderful dinner, knitted and talked, great visit! I lost my PJs, GS can't find them, I don't have them. The dog musta ate em lol
On the road to Carson I called Mim to let her know I was in town. She had went to the CA state fair the day before, so I wasn't able to contact her Sunday to let her know I was coming down.
After the pointless 'negotiations', I called Mim to tell her I was on my way out to her place. I stopped at Fumares to get DH some cigars, when I noticed I had a low tire. This has been a problem for a couple weeks, so I decided to stop at Les Schwab to have them fix it. Of course, its balder than an eagle down to wires on the inside. I had to buy a new tire.
Mind you, I'm not working, I'm on a fools errand to 'negotiate' with stiffs that don't give a whit that I've lost my son or how, money is the reason for their existence. The money I spend to get to Carson is my own, what little I have, and on top of it all, I have to buy a new tire. Oh My God! I need a vacation from life. It was a very emotional morning, I was drained.
I finally get on the road to Red Rock, and am already starting to grow calmer, knowing where I'm going and who I'm going to visit. If you follow Mim's blog you know she has a very nice place, but you may not know that she is a great person. She may not know this, but I find peace there, in her and her surroundings that I have seldom found anywhere else in my life. So thank you Mim for the sanctuary that you offer and for being who you are.
With the exception of the drama that my daughter caused, until I pointed out to her that I really needed to decompress and to leave me out of it, it was a great evening. I even slept good!
I picked up a few goodies from Mim. She dyes her own fiber and sells it to help keep her sheep in hay, and does a beautiful job of it! I always find something I want to spin. I later will sell the yarn, or what I make from it, so the expense is actually an investment.
The REST of the Story:
Sitting here last night, between reading email and spinning, my phone rang.
I have been carrying my phone around with me, day and night, just in case THEY call. They are CNIDC, the dispatch center that will (hopefully) call me when there is work. I look at my phone, think Yay! It's them! and go to answer it, when it freezes. I can't answer it. I hit it, I plead with it, I poke it. By the time I got it to work, the caller had been sent to voice mail. I tried to call back, it was busy. I went online to find their other number, thinking I would get through on that line, and I did, probably within 2 minutes of the call. The center manager tells me he was sorry, but after hanging up from my voice mail he had reached someone else, and that he would call me if they needed anyone in the future. ...really not feeling good at all right now.