It Wasn't All Bad

 It was a day that threw me a bit.  I was a little happy that I found out that I had $70 coming to me.  Many months ago, in an effort to improve my sad credit rating, I signed up for this program with Credit Karma to take $10 out each pay period to help me build my credit. I don't know how and no, it never worked.  I requested the money to get transferred to my account when I got a notification about it. I also made a small eBay sale. I'm not rolling in it but nice to have a few extra pennies to tide me over.

The increase is not bad at all.  I got a bad feeling that this could have been higher but my mom had broken down in tears when she talked to our landlord. She had to call him about a notification we got from the city.  We have lead pipes that are being replaced.  She told him about the stolen check and broke down.  She talked about being scared that she was going to be held responsible and that she would have to file bankruptcy.  She wasn't seeking a free ride. It was a bad moment and he was kind.  He said he would stop by to pick up the notice and he said that he would talk to his wife.  We never saw him the following Monday.  Feeling ok about the day, my heart sank when I saw an envelope from them. I opened it up and I wasn't shocked by the raise or the amount.  Not thrilled about him doing an inspection or us signing a lease.  We worry if something happens to my mom I can't pay it myself or if something happened to me, she definitely wouldn't be able to live her financially or physically.  It's a lot with these stairs.  You know I would like from Santa?  A nice secure home.  Go figure.  

It's not lost on me where I could live.  Yesterday, I saw someone's belongings sitting outside a CVS on the east side.  I am seeing more and more of it in my neighborhood.  I just worry that he had plans to raise it more but my mom's sad moment made him hold back.  One day at a time, I guess.

The news didn't thrill me.  This will not be a day that I turn on MSNBC on the computer. Jack Smith dropped the charges on Trump.  It's like committing treason is ok.  Paying off porn stars is ok.  I think of the people who do have to leave this country like Michael Cohen and Stormy Daniels.  It's not fair.  I'm used to life not being fair.  I'm upset for others being dealt a harder hand.  

If I have anything sitting out that looks even expensive, I will have to hide it before we get inspected.  So many times I've come back with a shopping bag when they lived here and I would get a look like I was Ms. Fancy Pants.  His wife kept a pair of shoes that got delivered to the downstairs and she never said anything. I filled out a stolen report with Nordstrom.  She let me know I had it like 2 days later and commented on how the box looked.  They were a pair of canvas shoes by Toms.  They cost roughly $42 and I think they plant a stupid tree.  I have had traveled to stupid town when it comes to shopping for shoes, but that was not fancy and it got tiresome that I would get a look for carrying a bunch of magazines.  I gave them to the hospital!  Most of them were like $3 for a year.  Yes, I have spent money stupidly but I felt like they were my parents if they saw me with anything.  

Tonight, I'll watch The Voice and forget anything that troubles me.  That's my intent.  I don't want to think about greedy people.  Makes me tired.  

I saw a video, a fake one of JFK Jr and Trump.  People actually believe JFK Jr is coming back?  

I think I need an Excedrin for that one.  OMG

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