This morning I was all over Sonoma County. I had to trek down to Petaluma to pick up a bid bond at our insurance office. This extra driving is another result of moving; if I hadn't been out of touch for most of the week, this could have been handled by mail. Now the deadline was too close and I had to schmooze with our insurance agent, not one of my favorite pastimes. He's a nice enough fellow, I guess, but he's still an insurance agent.
I never know how to take someone in that business, because I have a basic distrust of the concept of insurance. It's like paying protection money. You're betting something bad will happen, and hoping you lose the bet. People who sell it must know that it's a racket, because they're so nice you want to smash a grapefruit in their face. If you're a truly congenial person in that business, you probably don't get enough credit from suspicious customers like me.
Okay, I take it back. Nice guy, a prince of a fellow. I'll have him over for a barbecue some time.
On my way back from Petaluma, I remembered that this was the last day to turn in my old cable boxes, so I stopped at the former Home Office and picked them up, then drove to the opposite end of Santa Rosa, past the cemetery and over the freeway, to the cable company office. The storage unit I rent is on the next block, so I stopped there. I did have something to drop off, but mostly I needed an excuse to take a photograph. I love my digital camera.
As cluttered as my house is, it's not nearly as bad as the storage unit.