The waiting game

A constant suspended state. That's what my life has become.

Waiting for my scooter to be finished.

Waiting for my ebay packages to be delivered.

Waiting for my tax return cheque.

I can't get my ownership switched over on my scooter until I get my new insurance documents. I can't get my insurance paid up until I get my tax return cheque And I just want my ebay stuff.

Last night, I came home to the "we received your corrected information, and we're sending your tax return cheque" letter. It was dated July 18th, same day I called the haunted robot and was told that my return had been processed. So now it's all fingernail biting.

Will the cheque arrive before the weekend?!

My insurance payment is due immediately. I called, gave them the new VIN number and scooter information, and told them that I would probably take ownership of the scooter on Monday (wishful thinking, besides, the shop is closed on Mondays), and that I'd be sending payment immediately. But I'm waiting for the tax return cheque so I don't go into overdraft. I'm not sure if they really need the money immediately, since I don't own the scooter yet. Frankly, I'm too tired and too confused to care. I'll probably just drop the payment in the mail and hope for the best.

My sister and I are renting a car and driving to Michigan this weekend to meet up with our Mom. For the record, if you want to rent a car and drive it into the states, go with National Car Rental.

Apparently Mom's bought a motor home. Personally, I think she should sell her house and be one of those people who just lives in the motor home, travelling around the country. We moved so much growing up, that I think it's actually an involuntary action, like breathing or blinking. It must be the Viking blood in her that makes her such a transient personality. Who knows, it might be fun to fly out and meet her in Vegas, and then take a week to drive through the Grand Canyon or something. If you think you can't get along with your mom in a motor home for a whole week, there's something to be said for the distraction of one of the Natural Wonders of the World.

And so we are driving to Algonac State Park in Michigan to camp with mom for two nights, and visit with the American side of the family. Note to self; pack veggie dogs, fixin's for s'mores, and music. Leave at home; critical thoughts of American foreign policy.