Friday, July 20th, 2007


The light - soft

Breaks over a heart.

Like the first touch

Of sun on snow.

Melting

Layer after layer

Of built imagination.

Uncovering solid ground

A center

Mine.

Words come easily

Not broken

Undaunted.

I am softly

So softly

Stepping into feeling.

Tip-toeing past memories

Still too painful to hear…

To see.

I wake to myself

Embracing the romance

Of knowing everything

Everything about me.

I wonder if

Maybe

I will fill with it.

Leaving no room

For interruption

Or the word no…

OK, so after we went through all of that with Nationwide recently, we’ve now decided to sell our motorcycles.  A moment of silence here please….                thank you.

Here’s the thing… we want to add a master bathroom to our house.  And, we don’t want to have to get a loan to do it.  Which means… we’re saving.  So one day a few weeks ago we were out in the shop looking at the bikes, which we don’t hardly ever ride, and we said to ourselves… selves… we don’t hardly ever ride them.  We love having them, and we still love riding when we do, but we hardly ever get on them and go anywhere.  And… that’s a big chunk o’ change toward getting our bathroom built.  So, we put them up for sale.

This, actually, is a bit sad… it’s like giving up on the wild side of ourselves.  Though, to those of you who know us, that will never really be the case.  We are, after all, a couple of wild at heart babes.  Which is what we keep telling ourselves.

Getting our motorcycles made us feel free, young, full of life.  Riding them even more of all of those things.  Giving them up, well… I still feel free, and will as I ride that new bicycle we just got for me; I still feel young, and probably always will (it’s the mischeivious twinkle in my eye - which Karen also has); and we both definitely still feel full of life, how could we not, leading the life we are.  So… never mind.  Having the bikes was something we wanted to experience, we did, and now we’re moving on.  And we will never have to say to ourselves that we wish we would’ve done it, because we did.  So… as Karen says… new chapter.  Bathroom instead of bikes….  LOL  OK, maybe we are getting just a bit older… but hell, who cares, I love my life. 

I’m miffed, if that’s even how you spell miffed.  If it is, that’s what I am.  I’m in insurance cancelling hell.  Or was.  I’m still steaming about it.  Here’s the deal… I’ve been a loyal, on time premium paying customer of Nationwide Insurance for years.  It goes back to 1988 when I started working for the government and Nationwide offered discounts to government employees.  So, it’s been awhile.  I’ve only ever had one claim, and that was when someone else hit me.  All Nationwide had to do then was work with the other person’s insurance company so I could get my car fixed.  Not anything too harrowing for them I’m sure. 

Fast forward to April of this year.  Karen and I decided, after being together for four years, owning a house together, car together, and now a dog, that we should probably combine our insurance.  You know, quit paying two companies.  Save a bit of cash.  Given that decision we decided to go with her insurance as they also carry the homeowners policy.  So, I quit Nationwide.  Or so I thought.  Maybe I should say I tried  to quit Nationwide.  I thought I quit Nationwide.  I guess… I didn’t.

I sent them a letter, letting them know I was discontinuing my coverage with them and that I would be covered with someone else.  I even faxed them, or I should say, Karen faxed them, the proof of insurance from the other company.  I thought I was good to go, as that was the procedure that Nationwide layed out for me.  Call, fax, letter, good to go.

Fast forward again just a bit and… yes, a bill from Nationwide arrives.  So, Karen calls (she’s the real heavy hitter, the big gun, the more aggressive of the two of us, by far, hands down) and she is told by the not so nice and actually very surly folk at Nationwide that the bill was for my motorcycle and that we have to pay for the whole year on that policy and the bill we received was what was left of what we owed for the year.  Whew… long explanation, but you get what I’m saying.  The funny thing is, I was never aware that my insurance for the motorcycle was paid yearly.  I made payments on it every month, like those on the Toyota, thinking that’s how it worked.  They never told me any differently.  But, here they were, telling us we had to pay, or it would go to collections, and to look at the fine print on the policy (I guess I should read the fine print more often).  Funny thing is, when we called initially, they never said anything about us owing any more money.  They said they’d cancel.  They even said they’d refund part of the premium I’d already paid.  Interesting.

Ah well… this is how they get us.  I didn’t fight it.  I sent them a check.  I mean… it causes more frustration to stay in it than it does to just pay it (it wasn’t about the money anyway) and move on with our lives.  So, we’ve moved on.  Though I am, still, just a bit miffed…. if that’s how you spell it.