Tonight I joined the kids and a couple of our friends for the annual Ghost Walk here in town.  It’s a semi-spooky, semi-humorous walk through local history so we get amused, exercised and educated, in one, fell swoop!  The terrain is somewhat uneven as you walk dirt paths from one vignette to another, 13 in all (an appropriate number for All Hallow’s Eve), and by the end, my knee was not as happy as it could have been, but I’m very glad I went as I hadn’t gone in a few years and enjoyed the last visit immensely. 

Just before I left for dinner with the kids, I received a text message from someone who was not in my phone.  Upon reading the message, I knew exactly who it was from, and boy, was I surprised (though in hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have been).  It was none other than the low-life, deadbeat contractor I fired almost a year ago, and who was supposed to have paid me back most of the unspent money I’d given him (or at least, unspent on ME!) by the end of July.  Of course, the CSLB gave him another 30 days after he failed to pay before they suspended his license, and another 90 days after that before they will revoke it.  Well, folks, that 90 day point is less than a month away, and I had not heard a thing from him until tonight, when he crawled out from under his rock to text me a tale of woe about how he’d tried to sell his house so he could pay me back, but the deal fell through so unless I agreed to take a payment plan AND get the State to reinstate his license so he could work, he’d have no choice but to file bankruptcy.  Not only that, he not so subtly implied that his inability to work and impending bankruptcy were somehow my fault!  After telling him quite clearly that I didn’t trust him and that, frankly, he had balls asking me for yet another favor (of course I put it more delicately than that), he sent one more whiny text and finally went away.  Thinking about it later, I should have said, oh yeah,  sure, but I want the whole amount back instead of just what the arbitrator awarded me and, oh, by the way, I want 6% interest since last October when I gave him the money in the first place!  But the reality is, I was pretty much reconciled to the fact that I might never see the money, or would have to take another legal track to get it, but from my standpoint, it’s far more important that he not be able to hurt anyone else with his sleazy, underhanded, dishonest behaviour.  The fight for the money is my lesson to be less trusting and more careful, but I also feel a responsibility for others who might be less able to bear a loss and less willing to fight back.  He can call me whatever he wants to at this point, but his accusations and nastiness fall on deaf ears.  As my dad used to say “screw me once, shame on you.  Screw me twice, shame on me.”  Shame on you, Fritz, for thinking that you could continue to take advantage of my good nature. 

Whew!  I haven’t had a good rant in awhile!  Just coming out of left field like that stirred up all sorts of pent up ranting!  I feel so….cleansed!  And after a nice stroll through historical buildings and scenes on a brisk autumn night with good friends and family, I am so ready for a busy and fun-filled weekend!!! 

I also spent some time on the phone and the internet today and managed to find good tires for my car for over $100 less apiece than the first ones I found.  Costco is definitely not the best place to buy tires!  I am so proud of myself for doing my research, finding what would be best for my car, and refusing to pay too much for the privilege! 

My gratitudes tonight are:
1. I am grateful for my strength.
2. I am grateful for walking.
3. I am grateful that I found a better price on tires, and found what would work best on my car.
4. I am grateful for laughter.  It makes everything taste better!
5. I am grateful for a weekend filled with friends, music, dancing, laughter and fun.

Love and light.