Today is my daughter’s birthday AND my sister’s birthday. They share a name, too, so I’m counting my blessings there. My son was born on my brother’s birthday because I’m all family-oriented like that. (Forgive the repetition. I know I’ve said all this before.) So stick a candle in your pork chop and join the celebration!
I’m still in a funk. To clarify from my rant yesterday, I’m not poor. I just have the fixed-income-and-inflation-are-pricing-me-out blues. How bad? Well, this morning I was looking online at places in Louisiana, where my sister lives. It’s hotter than Hades, super-red, and far from anywhere, but prices are cheap. You can buy a small house there for $70,000-$80,000 dollars. Not that I could do that, just to give you an idea of how cheap. I know I’d be miserable there, but hey, at least I could afford to be miserable. A comparable house here would start at $300,000.
I read an article yesterday about how many seniors are in a bind: they had enough money for retirement when they retired, but now they’re being priced out of the housing market and are driving very old cars. I really AM a loser: no house AND no car.
I don’t know whom I could talk to to get suggestions about this stuff. Some landlords require proof you have income = 3x the rent, but I don’t have that now. Maybe I could get a job, if it’s within walking distance.
I wish I knew what the deal is upstairs. These definitely aren’t the same people who were here through Thanksgiving Day. So since the Stomper Family, we’ve had two weeks of the woman in 6" inch heels and less than 3 weeks of the guy who left at 2 a.m. every day. These folks “moved in” just yesterday. The scare quotes are because there was no U-Haul or moving van, the same as the last two tenants. I think the dad made several trips down to his car, but that was it. There is a month-to-month option (pricey), but nobody up there is staying for a month.
Anyway, they’re home. The baby is running about and dragging something around, hopefully not daddy.
Today’s fun chore was cleaning the oven. After my break, I’ll start scrubbing the floor.
VanGo, glad you had a great trip, sans the way home.
Another former kid who didn’t pay attention in history class! Geez.
Must. Not. Make. NSFW joke.
FCM, you look fab! Trust your family to space things neatly every decade. I’m continuing to hold you, FCD, and MIL in my thoughts.