Sunday Blues

Well no joy riding for me today.  I'll be strolling through my own neighborhood this morning on my way to Dollar Tree because that's actually too high priced for me at the moment.  Trying to make the gas in my tank last longer, which is possible since I don't take it out during the week much. Sigh.  Between now and November 6th, my wallet is tighter than tight.  I hate that I have to dig into savings again but hoping after this month, that will be the last time.  I'm anxious for the first payment to get started.  I'll be anxious for November 6th unless it involves any election results.  I may have to pack for another country if that's the case.

I spent last night trying to figure out my new financial world order.  I went to bed depressed and mad at myself.  I can blame cancer, I can blame car repairs, I can blame semis, but really, the person to blame is me and only me. I could have handled things better.  I am going to make it better.

After the first of the year, I will get extra money on my first paycheck with this new lifestyle thing that they said we can use for gym memberships, going to a spa.  How about affording life?  Does that count?  Well I have a couple of appointments I'll need to make after the first of the year so that will make me feel better.  It'll be ok.  If I keep saying it'll be ok, it will be ok.  

I have a Compound W patch on the side of my left foot where this unknown anomaly has resided for too long.  I figured if I can blast this one, maybe I can work on the one on my right foot.  Not sure if it's an awful callous or a corn or a wart.  As much as I liked that dermatologist years ago, the stuff he put on my foot was painful as hell.  I had to stand on my feet at my job. I think I had to have it on a couple of days and I had at least one instance where I couldn't do it.  It was that awful.  When I took the bandage off - DISCLAIMER, I had actually water come flying out of one of the blisters.  Gross.  My niece was maybe not even 2 years old at the time when she saw the bandages and cried that I had ouchies on my feet.  It freaked her out and she kissed the side of my arm to make me feel better.  Such a good kid.  Yeah, they did look like something out of a horror show. 

I got to see the picture of the house that my sister and husband are probably getting.  It looks nice like they have a carport.  It's for 55 and older and they accepted my nephew.  My nephew is not going to be riding motorcycles throughout the community.  He'd probably relate better to the older people than the people his own age.  He just goes to work at the library and the only thing people might see him doing is walking Daisy.  At least he picks up after her, unlike the monster downstairs.  I'm happy for them, especially since I know she worried about my nephew and well, her job will be ending next year in late summer.  I know she'll find something better and not as stressful.  

My senior cat is having a good time chilling out by the open window.  I'm glad I don't have a dog after hearing what someone is doing around here.  I have my suspicions about the monster downstairs but I suspect it might be the next door neighbor who doesn't live there full time.  He lives a block over with his girlfriend and he needs to get away because her mom lives there, who's in a wheelchair and in her 90's.  I think he's a little off.  I can kind of see him doing that.  

Have a good Sunday, good humans.  Protect your fur babies from the creeps out there.  


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