Last night, I finally did something I've meant to do for months. I have been putting off writing an appeal to our windstorm insurance company--such a huge task to look through all the paper I've accumulated as we've done the various tasks. We already got the settlement from the flood insurance company, but we had a substantial amount of other hurricane damage too--$22,000 + as it turns out. I know that, because I sorted paperwork and wrote the appeal letter yesterday. I'm glad I waited until later in the day to do it. It left me somewhat unsettled again--all that damage and the knowledge that hurricane season is right around the corner.
I also got caught up on my grading this week-end--part of that had to happen, because grades are due today. They are them turned in.
Now I need to turn my attention to figuring out dates for the class that starts on Wednesday. The work is never ending.
When I look back on these days and wonder why I wasn't writing and creating more, let me remember that online teaching, even though it is much more convenient than on-ground teaching, takes a chunk of time, and some parts of the term take more time than others.
Let me also remember that hurricane repair takes a lot of time. I was struck as I sorted the paperwork by how much correspondence has been required.
And let me also remember the despair. Some people might revel in the fact that they got to make home repairs and changes--all funded by insurance funds. I am not that person. I periodically become bogged in despair. Even when the repairs are over, years later I can hear a song or smell something that takes me back to the repair days, and I weep.
I am glad that I didn't do the appeal letter on Friday night. I am glad that I was able to be productive in a variety of ways through the week-end. Now I must get ready for this heavy-duty week that is ahead of me.
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