A NEW GOD

A New God

Back in Greek and Roman times, they came up with gods at the drop of a toga, each one assigned some specific task such as God of the Sea, God of the volcano (non-Hawaiian), rain gods, drought gods, war gods, etc. Recently, I became aware of one of this type of deity, and one that leans strongly to the Dark Side. My awareness arose just after I had been informed by my tax person that I was to receive a healthy refund, $4000, possibly in as little as three weeks! For want of a better name, I refer to this one as the God of the Tax Refund, and I’m sure it’s one that was newly minted; after all, the Romans never gave any refunds.

Within a few hours of hearing this good news, my upright washer/dryer combination began to make grating noises; a visit by the repair folks diagnosed the problem as a bad bearing, one which is attached to something called a transmission located in the underbelly of the washer. A repair would cost about $560, and leave me with a combination unit having an elderly dryer atop the machine. Consultation with my wife and others pointed me in the direction of buying a new washer and dryer, a pair that is stackable given the small space available. Decision made, I shopped several options and finally ordered one from the repair people, as they are the only ones within a reasonable range for coming to repair any problems. The model I really wanted, an LG, could not be serviced locally due to its sophisticated computerized innards; I settled for Electrolux. $2000.

Next, my blind cat Timothy was acting strangely, so I took him to the vet. Diagnosis: he needs to have two teeth extracted. I said okay but cautioned the vet that Tim is not to receive any implants. I had already spent a small fortune on those for myself; I don’t know if they do them for cats but at most he’ll have to survive with dentures. $303.

Starting a couple of years ago, I had discussed redoing my patio roof with a local roofer, and had put aside $1000 for that task. When he arrived to finalize the estimate, he commented, “If you’re thinking of selling the house, it won’t pass inspection”. I had understood the roof to be only about 10 years old, but covered with outdated T-lock shingles which are no longer available. He went up on the roofs of the house, garage, and shed, taking pictures and making measurements. His final remark: “ you should call you insurance company, there is wind and hail damage throughout”. Over the next  two days, I called the insurance company and a smiling claims adjuster appeared. After surveying the damage, he agreed with my roofer, and asked to see an estimate before approving my claim. And oh, by the way, my $1000 deductible in the policy balloons to $3000, something about those outdated shingles meaning they can’t just be repaired so we’re looking at “an upgrade”.

The estimate for the whole job is $8300; I had to provide half immediately for the ordering of supplies and materials. And I won’t receive anything from the insurance company until the job is completed, probably in early June. Or so. I heard a snicker from the TRG.

Note that only a week has passed since learning of the pending refund; later, after three weeks had passed, I daily checked my bank account to see if it had yet been deposited. Nothing so far.

I then prepared for my trip across country to North Carolina, to once again work as a volunteer in a PGA golf tournament. I looked forward eagerly to the trip; it included a several day stopover in Kansas City where I grew up, and have lots of friends. I attended a luncheon of my high school alumni group, held every three months, and got lots of chatting completed. I then went merrily on my way, contemplating that refund coming to partially reimburse me for all these other tragedies. As I got closer to my destination of Charlotte, I noticed a strange pounding noise issuing from somewhere beneath the car, and given its cyclical nature, had something to do with the wheels. My thought was of a wheel bearing, so as soon as I got to Charlotte, I pulled in to a Honda dealer and found out that it was not a wheel bearing. All my tires had become cupped, hence the pounding noises; the car was far out of alignment and needed new tires along with my normal service that was due. $890.

After my assignment at the tournament was completed, my wife and I spent a day as spectators, and I headed home on Sunday. About three hours on my way, an alert appeared on my instrument panel warning me of a low tire. Using my tire gauge, I discovered that the left rear (of my new tires) was going flat. Where does one get a tire fixed on a Sunday? A very kind lady, obviously not sent by the Refund God, led me to a Walmart, and after they found a broken metal pin lodged in the tire, and aa couple of hours and $10, I was once more on the road. The rest of the trip was uneventful; I passed the time trying to ignore all the nastiness about politics coming from my XM radio and chose to go to the 50’s station and sang along. I reflected on the $1600 I had spent last month on my first cataract surgery upgrade, and considered another $1600 to be set aside (from where?) for the next surgery, on March 24. At the same time, I am receiving iron infusions to address a significant deficiency, and beginning a month long intense therapy through the Pain Management Clinic to help reduce the chronic pain I’ve had for a number of years. Maybe it will help my putting.

The final blow came when I collected three weeks of mail and rummaged through the mostly junk. Nestled however among those appeals for donations, advertising for hearing aids, and etc., was a cheery letter from the IRS informing me that they needed more information before they could approve me for a refund; if successful, I would receive the refund six to eight weeks after they got my reply. I believe that’s sometime in mid-July.

The Tax Refund God has struck again!

Always Be Happy      To Our Youth

One Response to “A NEW GOD”

  1. Alan Sheinker Says:

    All in all the Gods are with you. Safe trips to see the grand kids and friends along the way. The rain God cooperated with pretty good weather until you left.

    Now that they cut your taxes they are looking for more money, but not from the rich.

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