Gatorade and Salt Water

Well, the lady from the city was more reasonable than I had hoped, once she finally returned my call. We're going to schedule a meeting next week after I get back in town, where we'll discuss exactly what needs to be done and what my options are.

I've gone ahead and placed an online request for a landscaping company to deal with all this. Hopefully I can get a few people to give me quotes this afternoon or this weekend. I'm going to put everything on my Visa, then transfer everything to a brand-new 0%-on-balance-transfers card. Not the best solution, but I'd rather take care of it now than delay and spend additional money in the long run.

My sister and her husband have volunteered to come work tomorrow, bless them. C. said all I need to do is provide Gatorade and garbage bags. She understands I can't really help. I almost had heat stroke today standing in the yard talking to one of the neighbors. If they can get even a tenth of this Herculean labor finished I'll owe them for life.

So this evening I need to buy Gatorade, contractor bags, ice, stadium cups, and something for lunch. Also going to visit Home Depot and look at their paver selection. I don't think I'll like what they have, but I really doubt I'll be able to afford the kind of pavers I really want.

I feel a little better, but not much. Spent most of last night toassing and turning, and most of this morning crying. My face looks like a grapefruit. I don't know why I feel so helpless. I'm usually very good at throwing money at a problem, even when I don't have any money. Actually cried on the phone when talking to the lady from the city. So embarassed. I don't cry like that, haven't in years.