life stuff
May. 20th, 2012 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoff* I'm still up in Negaunee. Today I'm taking down some old 1970's paneling. I'm done with taking out the broken windows -- I have the glazing, but I need to get some glass to repair them with and get them back together. This morning, Sam and Kayla's cat, Mister Pickles, brought me a mouse. "Good boy!" I enthused. He set it down and the mouse scurried off. We looked at each other, surprised, and then chased after it, but it had already popped into a wall - there are holes everywhere from dad working on the electrical. Pickles staked himself out, tale twitching. Mice-1, Pickles-0
* My friend Keith is out of jail and staying with me. He keeps crying and he can't sleep. His wife dropped his stuff off a couple of days ago. I'm not sure how long he'll stay. I love him and he's welcome for as long as he needs a place. They tested him in jail, and his UA *and* blood test came back clean. I'm hoping that they can work things out, of course, but I'm realistic, too. It's a tough situation. Poor love.
* Meanwhile, I've got my own court thing to deal with from my arrest in Cheboygan in March.(lj flist) My license was suspended. It's been suspended for over a year now because I was late on one of my payments, and the State of Michigan does not tell you when they suspend you, they just suspend you. Over the last decade of dealing with this issue (1), there have been so many times that it's been suspended that the prosecutor wants to go for a DLS 2nd, which might mean some jail time. *sigh* I dunno. It's so stupid. I look at the cost to society of putting me in jail and I just want to, as my friend Grant says hahaha*sob*. So stupid. Fine me, give me community service -- whatever.
* Sam and Kayla's Second Wedding (for her side of the family, because they couldn't get to the first one)(like second breakfast, but more expensive) is on May 24 (the same day as my court date - my lawyer is trying to have it moved - I'll know maybe tomorrow).
* Finally, Wiscon. Oh, Wiscon, I want you so hard. I just don't know yet.
1) So, this is what happened: In January 1998, I loaned my pickup truck to my friend Geriann. She was helping a friend move. They were driving on the highway and another driver hit some ice, went out of control and hit them head on. It was a really bad accident. I got a call from the EMS that afternoon and rushed to the hospital. It was touch and go with Geriann - she almost died.
I called the insurance company the next day. They said, "Well, your check bounced the week before last and your policy was canceled. You should have got a letter. You have no coverage." I went and looked, and yep, there was the letter in with some junk mail, unopened.
Over the next couple of years, lawsuits flew back and forth. Geriann had a lot of medical bills that the state covered - she was on Medicade. Finally, in 2001, the insurance company that lost sued me. By then, Mike was in Iraq. I was supposed to appear down in Detroit in a couple of weeks.
So I just threw my hands up in the air and didn't show up. I know that sounds crazy, but at the time I thought, I have no lawyer, I have no money for a hotel, no one to watch the kids -- how am I going to do this? It was just too much. And what are they going to do to me? So what if they win? You can't get blood from a stone.
But I didn't know that the State of Michigan would act as the insurance company's collection agency. And, oh buddy, have they. I do not owe the insurance company; I owe the State. And the State wants it's Goddamned $202,345.00
In this last episode, Mike had gone to Minneapolis with Sam and Kayla to fetch his car. Sam and Kayla had taken it there in February and it had broken down (rear ball joint.) We'd been driving my old Festiva around Lansing, but it was on it's last legs, and Mike wanted to junk it out. He wanted it up in Negaunee, so he'd have all summer to take parts off it.
So he asked if I would take the Festiva up to Negaunee while he went to Minneapolis. We'd meet in Negaunee, and then go back to Lansing in his car. Except that I got a flat in Cheboygan and you know the rest of the story.
* My friend Keith is out of jail and staying with me. He keeps crying and he can't sleep. His wife dropped his stuff off a couple of days ago. I'm not sure how long he'll stay. I love him and he's welcome for as long as he needs a place. They tested him in jail, and his UA *and* blood test came back clean. I'm hoping that they can work things out, of course, but I'm realistic, too. It's a tough situation. Poor love.
* Meanwhile, I've got my own court thing to deal with from my arrest in Cheboygan in March.(lj flist) My license was suspended. It's been suspended for over a year now because I was late on one of my payments, and the State of Michigan does not tell you when they suspend you, they just suspend you. Over the last decade of dealing with this issue (1), there have been so many times that it's been suspended that the prosecutor wants to go for a DLS 2nd, which might mean some jail time. *sigh* I dunno. It's so stupid. I look at the cost to society of putting me in jail and I just want to, as my friend Grant says hahaha*sob*. So stupid. Fine me, give me community service -- whatever.
* Sam and Kayla's Second Wedding (for her side of the family, because they couldn't get to the first one)(like second breakfast, but more expensive) is on May 24 (the same day as my court date - my lawyer is trying to have it moved - I'll know maybe tomorrow).
* Finally, Wiscon. Oh, Wiscon, I want you so hard. I just don't know yet.
1) So, this is what happened: In January 1998, I loaned my pickup truck to my friend Geriann. She was helping a friend move. They were driving on the highway and another driver hit some ice, went out of control and hit them head on. It was a really bad accident. I got a call from the EMS that afternoon and rushed to the hospital. It was touch and go with Geriann - she almost died.
I called the insurance company the next day. They said, "Well, your check bounced the week before last and your policy was canceled. You should have got a letter. You have no coverage." I went and looked, and yep, there was the letter in with some junk mail, unopened.
Over the next couple of years, lawsuits flew back and forth. Geriann had a lot of medical bills that the state covered - she was on Medicade. Finally, in 2001, the insurance company that lost sued me. By then, Mike was in Iraq. I was supposed to appear down in Detroit in a couple of weeks.
So I just threw my hands up in the air and didn't show up. I know that sounds crazy, but at the time I thought, I have no lawyer, I have no money for a hotel, no one to watch the kids -- how am I going to do this? It was just too much. And what are they going to do to me? So what if they win? You can't get blood from a stone.
But I didn't know that the State of Michigan would act as the insurance company's collection agency. And, oh buddy, have they. I do not owe the insurance company; I owe the State. And the State wants it's Goddamned $202,345.00
In this last episode, Mike had gone to Minneapolis with Sam and Kayla to fetch his car. Sam and Kayla had taken it there in February and it had broken down (rear ball joint.) We'd been driving my old Festiva around Lansing, but it was on it's last legs, and Mike wanted to junk it out. He wanted it up in Negaunee, so he'd have all summer to take parts off it.
So he asked if I would take the Festiva up to Negaunee while he went to Minneapolis. We'd meet in Negaunee, and then go back to Lansing in his car. Except that I got a flat in Cheboygan and you know the rest of the story.