After I got home from Saturday afternoon's home run festival at Frontier Field, we checked out a documentary called Lambert and Stamp.
If I'd ever heard of either, it was in the vaguest sense, but I know a lot about the four musicians who they made famous:
Who? Right. The Stamp of the documentary title is second from left. Brother of actor Terence Stamp, and unlikely partner of fellow 60s British filmmaker Kit Lambert. The Stamps were working class Brits; Lambert's father was an aristocratic classical conductor and composer. They met as low-level studio workers and decided to make a film about a British band- by finding one and offering to manage them. The rest, as they say, is Who-story.
It got tiring toward the end, when drugs and money came between all their best efforts. Lambert died in 1981 in a house accident, Stamp not long after this film was finished. Ironically, although they shot a lot of band footage, they never made their intended film, nor did either get more than a passing role in any of the films based on the band's epic works. Still, Stamp was there when The Who received Kennedy Center honors in 2008, and this documentary more-or-less ended with them reconciling with the still-living one of the two who made them Who they were.
My biggest project Sunday was getting the new car ready to be taken in for its rendezvous with expensery. I had the brilliant idea of using bungee cords to tie the disheveled under-front-end piece back up from the ground. Only problem was that this car is so aerodynamically sleek, there was no place on the front end to connect the cords to.
The grille, the edge of the hood, all smooth as silk. I finally yanked them back to the edges of the wheel wells, which held up long enough to pull it into the dealership barely a mile away. They did a better job of zip-tying it, but made clear that this repair was Collision Shop territory.
And wow. That flimsy part goes for over 700 bucks, and the labor and other fiddlybits more than doubled that. But then they asked something I hadn't even thought of: Is this going through your insurance?
Well, duh. A collision is a collision even if another car isn't involved. I placed the claim, got a sympathetic ear, and the estimate and photos went over to them today. We should know by tomorrow if they will cover, and how long it will take, bringing Da Damages down to just the deductible. Oddly, this is my third insurance claim since April of 2011; all of them have occurred in parking lots. (The oldest, getting hit-and-run
around the corner from Eleanor's store; the second last year, when a phantom attack by my Smart Car
on an Acura SUV somehow resulted in a claim against me.) The good news is, I'm fine once I actually get out on the road.
Today, that evil Smart car was back on the highway, with no ill effects other than me having to leave stupid early. I prepared a small claim for a client of the Rochester office, and I've gone through at least four iterations of the thing- each time him, or his opponent, writing up their respective issues. I resolved to get it over and done with this week, and when I told the client I would be in this afternoon for court, he asked for a 9 a.m. appointment. Challenging but doable, as we say at the gym, so I just stayed up when Zoey roused herself at 5:30, fed everyone, walked the dog and got there with a few minutes to spare....
which were about 50 minutes too few. Client rolled in just past 8 for his 9:00 appointment, telling those who were there, Gee, I don't know why I told Ray 9:00, because I have to be at work by 8:30!
Not even an attempt to tell me this before I hit the road, or to reschedule with me while I was there. So his show-and-tell appointment has been canceled, and we'll do the best we can with me not actually seeing him. On the bright side, my last appointment of the day also
showed up an hour early, but hey! I was there anyway and wound up getting home an hour earlier because of it!
And I didn't even smash anything in the process....ETA.
Everything's set with the insurance and the shop. Alanis goes in Monday at dinnertime, and the overnight crew will have her back to us Tuesday.