Smoke Signals and other news
The week started quiet enough. I finally got to take my car in for an estimate from the accident on December 11. I haven’t been involved in many car repairs from accidents and after the struggle this has been, I might consider not leaving my house. A change I didn’t know about – personal information from the other driver is redacted from the accident report when you get a copy a week after the accident. Heads up – if you are able, get that information on the scene. After repeated frustrating calls to the driver’s insurance, who were less than helpful, I had to resort to small town detective work and find the driver myself – an older gentleman who had not told his family he had been in an accident. He was not trying to avoid anything; he simply did not know what to do. When his insurance repeatedly stated they had been unable to contact him I told them I had talked with him and gave them his phone number. Many daysand phone calls later, the email came that my car would be repaired, yet the insurance company continues to disappoint. The car is only two years old with low mileage, yet they will only pay for aftermarket parts. Remember, their insured hit my car.
I can still barely smell anything, and taste is nonexistent after whatever illness I endured. I am sure it was COVID again. Three of us had it and don’t even know where we got it. My daughter recovered fairly quickly. The other person has gotten his strength back but still has a cough. I no longer cough but am still extremely weak. I can only function about ten minutes before I must rest. I have had to take a nap almost every day. I certainly cannot accomplish much like this. It took me three days to clean up the mess under the kitchen sink when a cleaning solution turned over and spilled without being noticed. It was truly a mess, but I should have been able to clean it up quickly once discovered.
I was about to throw away my home on the porch for stray kitties as I hadn’t seen any in a while. When I opened the door to let my dog out, there was the one I call Smoky happily curled up in the warm spot. I will clean it up and leave it for him. He is a beautiful cat but getting near him is impossible. I suspect he is a male as there have been no kittens in the time he has been here. He comes up to eat every couple of nights now so I guess he has adopted me. All my other strays seem to have disappeared.
The Town of Potts Camp is looking for a park director for the baseball/softball season. If you or someone you know is interested, contact Potts Camp Town Hall. Time is of the essence as practices should start in early March and it takes time to organize the teams. The kids deserve the opportunity to play, so if you have the time and skills, consider stepping up.
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