Another day done

This has been a strange day. I had one closing taken away from me and one scheduled for tomorrow. I salvaged part of the fee for the closing I lost, which was a partial victory. One of these crazy companies that doesn't have a map of Georgia tried to send me to Sylvester, which is south of Tifton and about equal latitude with Albany. I told them that I would do it, but they would have to pay $600.00 for the privilige. Apparently, the price was too high because I'm still here in Griffin and its 5:00 o'clock.

I got to sit in on a family squabble over an insurance proceeds check. Momma and baby boy (he's in his 40's) were fighting over how much they should get from the check. Legally, Momma had the better claim. She gave him half of the total check, after my fees were deducted. That was more than he was due, but he won't see it that way. Oh well. It did mean $1,800.00 to the general account. Huzzah!

I'm supposed to get another check from another client's wife tomorrow. Cross my fingers. I'm also supposed to get a check from another client. This client is retired and scrimps for every penny. But he has been quite a free-loader for some time. I told him I had to get paid something. This is the third promise. We'll see.

We got enough today to pay the rent and the amount due on the insurance. If I can get a couple hundred by the end of the week, I will have a lot taken care of and can probably cruise into the end of the month.

I am still worried about the future. It is hard to have faith in God's providence sometimes. I think I had it too easy when I was young. I needed to struggle a little bit. Perhaps this is the way that God builds me up. Stop shaking your head, Cindy.

Someone told me one time that we all make mistakes. The difference lies in whether or not you learn from them. There is a lot of truth in that.

I am learning. Cindy and I fuss sometimes but I do think we are better now than when we were first married. I hope she does too. My momma said that you have got to pick your battles. True, true, true.

I enjoyed the pizza and beer last night, but I woke up with terrible heartburn this morning. Is that a mistake I need to learn from?

Cissie Perry says that we think about food too much. Its true. I'm always thinking about my next meal. I love to cook and I love to eat. Another way my parents spoiled me when I was young. Too much good food and good times. Frank says we had the All-American childhood. Does that mean he's "Beaver" and I'm "Wally"? Is Susan "Whitey" or "Lumpy" or "Eddie"?

I feel pretty good right now. I wonder what's on the horizon?