Will this be me one day? If it wasn't for the fact just a little bit of cold would kill me, at least being spared crushing bills may come as relief as me and my shopping cart toddle down the street.
I know yesterday was the "love" holiday but I was not in a loving mood. My poor husband. He did make me a nice card though.
I don't know why my husband will not apply for disability and seems to put it off. But on the other hand no one will hire him due to his age and health and he knows he can't do the 12-14 hour days the newspapers want anymore. Now that our car is old and his clothes are even older, what does someone like that do? Should he write a fake resume? Should we run away and join a commune?
His career prospects seem to have hit a brick wall of no return. Even the free lance people quibble over 20 bucks. The work world in the USA sucks. If I was an employer, I would write an ad, no resumes and bullcrap. How come there isn't one that leaves the herd?
I had to tell my husband the other day, I cannot afford a rent that takes three fourths of my check, even if he pays the other bills with his freelance work. Say goodbye to the nicest apartment I've ever managed. It is still too small but I will miss the quiet. I have to go get on the waiting list for disabled housing. He can move in there with me too of course. He doesn't like that idea. He sees it as defeat while I am trying to make sure I can survive.
I will put us on the list, but maybe we won't need it. I am not sure. I am just trying to prepare. He saw this article and told me "There goes Peep woolgathering again!". Ok maybe I am a worry-wart. Well I will go work on my comic and calm down.