While it’s been nice to have off, I’m ready to get back into a normal routine.
I woke up yesterday morning to find that Charlotte had chewed through a brand new bottle of Tylenol that had fallen out of a box of gifts and stocking stuffers from Christmas. Thankfully, after getting her checked out, everything looks okay. The most she would have eaten is 3. Just reinforces my constant fear that she will find stuff that I don’t know about on the floor or cabinets.
Glad Charlotte is okay, Holly. We are headed home—early—have appts with insurance and Subaru tomorrow—DS will be staying with us tonight so will probably go out to dinner when we get home at 6 unless he and SUSan made something for us.
Will copy my FB post here from yeaterday: I posted this on FB last night—we were planning to be in Sacramento for NY Eve—headed home now—only replacement windows in stock are in LV at our dealership. They are loaning us a car tomorrow. Love Subaru. I cried off and on over John and his wife all day and even last night—story below:
This morning as we approached our car (yep, the new Subaru) in the motel parking lot we were shocked to see that someone vandalized it—tried to break both front windows (both with multiple cracks) and succeeded in breaking the middle seat window and put a dent in the door —there was nothing in our car to steal and no tinted front windows that would block that awareness. We noticed three other cars also vandalized with broken windows. We were pretty devastated—our favorite brand new car looking beat up—we started the rituals—filing police report, calling insurance, calling Subaru—feeling a bit sorry for ourselves. Then the owner of the car near us came out and discovered his car—that put me right over the edge. His name was John. He and his wife (wheel chair bound) had been staying there for six weeks since getting burned out in the Paradise fire. They had bought their grand daughter a birthday gift and left it in the car—the vandals stole it as well as breaking the window. I literally could not stop crying for about an hour or so—we talked about what it’s been like. No one realizes what these people are dealing with! I did not realize that insurance for fire is not replacement insurance; it is value insurance. Therefore, if you had appliances that worked fine but were ten years old, they depreciate them and give you the value they feel they would have were you to try to sell them. They do not give you enough to buy new appliances. And you must try to recall everything you had—and they don’t count your antiques as valued antiques unless you have something to prove their value. He took some lifetime warranty tools back to see if he could get replacements—burned tools don’t count. Real estate there is no where near what it is in other parts of CA so his house allowance won’t allow them to relocate where their daughter lives (here). Hearing all this so touched my heart—I just can’t imagine the trauma experienced by so many. And these are the survivors. I struggled to fill out the online forms for the police report on our simple vandalism—just imagine the nightmare these people have gone through. He said it is never ending. And they are homeless. Perspective certainly changes how you deal with the small stuff!
Made it home by about 7:20 last night—the usual 9 hr drive became an 11 hr drive because of all the LA people heading to Vegas for NYEve! For miles we were crawling about 5-10 mph! Just because of two places where roads split or come together on the freeway—we thought for sure there was an accident but it was just overcrowding on the roads! Crazy.
Got home to visit with DS and his SO and have late dinner—they just took off and now we are up so early and it’s pitch dark out and cold!