My wallet went missing on Thursday, with $500 cash in it.
What are the odds that I was even carrying that much cash on me? I never carry cash. Husband had put a charge on my card recently when his didn't go through, and then repaid me with cash that was on it's way to the bank that night.
And I NEVER lose things. I am utterly ANAL about keeping all my possessions, etc, and not leaving things places. Because, I have my Greencard, among other things.
So that went missing. Less than month before I am due to leave the country to go see family. I have spent the last week in a nightmare of police reports, Immigration offices, etc.
As well as the $500 cash, there is a fee for replacing your Greencard of $370. Plus other assorted things like a few charges to my card that were made before I stopped it, that have cost me just short of $1,000 this week.
So I have sadly had to revise my travel plans for my trip and keep things pretty basic, cutting out extras like a trip to see dear friends in another part of the country, and an overnight trip I had planned to stay at in a favourite part of my home country with my Dad. Dad might yet still cover that one, but the rest of the trip will be a juggling act. And a week won't be nearly enough.
One good thing about the divorce, I no longer have in-laws I have to visit, so will have more vacation time to myself next year!
Master took me to the Immigration office this morning, and I set up an appointment for next week to at least get a passport stamp, so I can travel again. I almost had to postpone the entire trip for later in the year and then pay re-booking fees on my $1800 airfare! Yikes!
Oh, I am so tired. So totally tired and stressed out.
Why do these stupid things happen? That's a rhetorical question. I will never figure it out. I have been trying, and have got nowhere.
One thing Master has repeatedly emphasized is how important it is not to play the game of being a victim. That has been a hard thing to 'practice' with this week. I have had just cause to feel like that, but it's a very false view of reality to not assume responsibility for feeling.
Whatever happens, we are always free to choose how we feel about it.
Shit has happened. Shit happens. I chose not to feel like the victim, but to let it go, best I can.
I have been busy catching up on True Blood Season 2 as a distraction, and was trying to delay the pleasure, watch them slowly, over a few weeks, but this weekend was a 3 day weekend, and Monday I had nothing to do in the rain here, and wasn't feeling well, so stayed in and watched almost the entire of Season 2. I finished it last night.
That scene with Godric and Sookie on the roof.. Ahh!! So utterly moving and transcendent.
I LOVED Maryann... And Lafayette. And as if Bill Compton wasn't sexy enough, I have a huge crush on Eric now too. He got sexy, he wasn't nearly so sexy last season. I don't usually dig blondes, but he's such a badass, that and I think he must have been working out between filming Season 1 and 2. Mmm. Nice biceps Mr Northman.
Fuck, now I have to wait another Eternity for Season 3. I can't bear it.
Master and his woman took me on a road trip for the whole of Sunday, it was great. I had been feeling so stuck in the small 3 miles between home and work. We did a giant loop across Eastern Washington and Oregon, hiking in the Eastern WA hills, having dinner in Portland and then a rainy trip to the amazing rose garden there, then the long drive home in the dark.
And hello to Dion, my new 'follower' from New Jersey! :-)
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