now that we're retired we're solidly in the "poor" economic scale. I had hopes when I thought Harris would win, that we'd see a decent increase in our SS, to match how WE spend our money. Now, I'm just hoping we hold on SS, period!
The faucet in our kitchen sink fell to pieces night before last. Nothing like answering a call for "help!" and seeing a gushing fountain of water hitting clear up to the ceiling (sigh). After DH finally admitted he knew nothing about installing a new faucet, and calling one plumbing company who gave me an "estimate" of over $1000 (to just install a simple faucet!!!!), I gave up, swallowed my pride, and called a good friend who is fixing it as I type, with hubby looking over his shoulder.
Something as simple as this can set us back a month or more. A few weeks ago, DH fell for a phone scam and our bank account was completely emptied. Thanks to friends, we managed to get thru til the next SS checks came in, but it was rough... what little I'd been able to save toward Property Taxes was wiped out. They're due next month. I have figured out who's going to have to wait for what payment to make sure the taxes are paid... but we bought this house outright in cash because I thought at least I'd have four walls and a roof over my head in our old age. Ha! Half the roof needs to be replaced and there's no money to do it. The back bathroom plumbing doesn't work right, and something is dripping down into the (unfinished) basement.
Daughter threw her oldest son out of the house when he and his brother got into a fight. In fact, she not only threw him out, she landed him in jail. I nearly hit the roof when she told me. You just don't do that to family except in dire circumstances like a gun or other weapon is present. This was a brother to brother fight. One just as guilty as the other. But the oldest was out of anywhere to live, so I let him move in with us. He's a low paying NFS job on Post, and pays us what he can out of each paycheck. And he helps around the house as he can. But the grocery bill has more than doubled.
I don't know what we're going to do getting deep in the fascist state we're heading into. It scares me to death. I mean, it's not just anxiety and worry... it's terrifying to me. I, at least, have my marbles more or less intact, but hubby is sliding down the slippery slope toward senile dementia, so whatever happens it falls on me to figure it out. And, while I have my marbles, my nerves are like frayed electric wires. We've had so much happen over the last three months, the sink faucet was my last nerve. And it seems like it just never stops. Thing is, even at this point, I wonder what the good is to continuing on like this. Other than my DH and my furbabies, I feel absolutely useless. But I am so tired of being scared of the future.
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