Sacrifices…
Posted by Morrighan on August 16, 2007 at 2:53 am | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmI still haven’t heard whether or not Rhia’s teeth are covered for accidental breakage/removal and all the work that entails. It’s been six weeks, I think, since the forms went in to the office. I have no idea where I’ll get the money if they don’t cover it, and I can’t send her to school with her mouth the way it is. The bullies have enough amunition with everything else.
It’s not like they won’t know, but at least there would have been teeth there, ya know?
I’ve got about $5k worth of books on my shelves. Mostly pagan-oriented, from the days when I reviewed massive amounts of such for various places. I can part with them, if needs be, but I know they won’t be worth what their covers say…some of them are rather old now, after all. I could get maybe $1k. And I can not part with my DJ collection… ;) Well, I could, if I have to – but it’d break my heart.
I’ve got my djembe; hand-carved from good old Manitoba Maple. It’s a good two and a half feet tall, and weighs at least twenty pounds. I tied the knots on the rings around the top, holding the skin on. It was part of my payment for tying all of JR’s rings the summer he took a truckload of djembes and didjeridoos to the Winnipeg Folk Fest. I know what it was worth the summer he made it, and I know what the sister-drum sold for later on… Hand-carved Djembes like this one are hard to find… but losing it would break my heart too, even though I don’t play it.
I have the car, but that is a catch-22 in more ways than one. It needs at least 1K in repairs before it’s even road worthy, plus I need a car to get to a job, if I find one outside the editing and writing. So far, there’ve been no nibbles on the resumes.
None of the furniture or electronics are worth anything, other than the computer… and again, there’s that catch-22; I could sell it, but what would I do the work I do get on?
There are nights like tonight, when I’m up worrying about the kids, present issues, their future issues – all of that stuff mothers worry about – and I have to wonder, would it have been different, if I’d stood up, faced up and grown up all those years ago?
*sigh*
I hate not being able to provide the girls with better than what they have…
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Posted by Morrighan on July 25, 2007 at 12:10 pm | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmMy mother rescued me from the children yesterday. We were all nearly at the point of using claws (and in Care’s case, teeth) to disembowel each other. The heat the last few days has been overwhelming and much as I loved the use of a friend’s ancient air conditioner, it was more an exercise in futility than a provider of cool air.
Even after he installed a new breaker specifically for the machine, it was shutting down and throwing that one too. It’s very own breaker, with nothing else on it! Digression time….
The plan for yesterday had been to load into my mother’s car, head into the city, enjoy the air conditioned vehicle and hit up Ducky’s after her appointment. Then while she was on her way over here, the youngest brother (NERD!) called her to tell her the appointment had been cancelled, so…there was no need to go to the city. No Ducky’s. *whimper* So, she takes me out for coffee because I’ve been fighting with the girls all morning (all twenty minutes of it, since we’d slept in)…then suggests she takes the girls away for the day.
YAY!
Dressed in their bathing suits and shorts, armed with towels and flip-flops, the girls left the house and left me to printing resumes and checking the job banks (and editing…lots of editing!). In peace. In quiet. In the heat.
They showed up home last night, around 8-ish or so. The other brother (not-so-dumb) carried in a large box, and proceeded to tear the packing from around the old ir conditioner. Inside the big box (which said air conditioner, but my mother is mean when it comes to re-packing things…a trait I share, actually!) was actually a brand new air conditioner! A small one, but this is a small house and so long as the kitchen and living room are cool, I think it’s good.
I left it running all last night. Although it is 32*C right now, in the house it’s only about 22. This is a good thing, it’s NORMAL in here again. So, like my recently found doppelganger (actually, she found me, but I’d been to her blog before at some point..I think maybe last winter or something…) I’ll be doing housework today.
In the coolness…
Thanks Mom!
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Posted by Morrighan on July 17, 2007 at 4:28 pm | Last modified: October 17, 2013 4:22 pmSo, I haven’t been able to make this post for a while. Partly because my insides still hurt from the incident, and partly because the computer was taken over by a supposedly not-malicious but extremely frickin’ nasty virus. S’gone now, and s’good.
Provincials were slightly better than heartbreaking. It was hard to watch the girls play as badly as they did, until that last game. Our weekend was shadowed by the accident Rhia had on Friday night, in the pool at the hotel.
After having spent an hour sliding down the slide without incident in the afternoon, the evening pool experience left my darlin’ without her front teeth. As she was going around the first turn of the spiral, the water pressure flipped her over, and on her stomach, she somehow caught her teeth in a space between the pieces of pipe (a space that is NOT supposed to be there, might I add). Her two front teeth were ripped right out of her gums, roots and all. They were her permanent teeth.
I’m trying to keep anything vile out of this post, because I have a contact in to a lawyer. Rhia has been hurt before, but nothing prior was as permanent as the loss of her adult teeth. It was bad, and I want to have it out with the damn hotel. If nothing else, they could have apologized, but there hasn’t even been that. We were treated like ‘served her right’ was something they were thinking. If they were, I can’t wait to be able to think ‘served them right’ when this is all over with.
The damage to her mouth is PERMANENT. Remember that, after you read the rest of this.
Some of the girls looked for the teeth in the pool. One was found (thank you Channy!) in time to be put back into her gums, but the other wasn’t found until the next day. Why? Because the twit at the desk kicked the girls out of the pool. KICKED THEM OUT, even though HE WAS TOLD WHAT THEY WERE DOING!
Am I mad? Yes, but it is a quiet, cold rage. I’m letting it build slowly, so that I can have my go, if the legal system won’t do it. And you all know how I feel about the legal system….
Oh, hey – before I forget, congrats to the Miami Midgets, who won the provincial bronze medal for their division!
And note to those with skin tag moles – OW OW OW OW OW! I just ripped one off my shoulder. The thing felt like a bruise after being irritated by the strap of the cooler bag we carry baseball water in. Bled like crazy. Now if I could get up the nerve to do the one on my neck……….
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