Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
Na Na, can I come to your house? I want to hold you. (she needs a hug) What’s wrong Ladybug? I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Tell your Mama to bring you here. Na Na will hold you alot and then you can spend the night.
Thats how I was feeling yesterday. Nothing seemed to be going right and I needed a hug. Most of my frustration revolves around money. The lack of money.
My Medicare Part D insurance informed me after four months, oops we made a mistake, your meds are not covered, please send us a check right away for the full amount of your medication. Yeah right. Like I have an extra couple of thousand laying around doing nothing! (money)
The design I’m doing on a quilt was not working simply because the piece of plastic I was using as a ruler needed replacing and there is no money in my budget for it. I took out my frustration by blaming the design instead of myself and the equipment. (money)
I found out every outfit my family bought for my mother at Christmas has disappeared and I never saw her wear any of them. I guess the thief doesn’t care if a name is written inside. Now I need to replace her clothes…… again. Geeze, I haven’t bought myself any brand new clothes in years but buy her new ones almost every month. I try to buy used from thrift stores but usually can’t find any in her 3x size. (money)
I saw things around my house that desperately need fixing before a major disaster happens. (money)
There are other things too but I’ll spare you from lots of small details. (even more money)
These are all things that “must” be taken care of right away. Yeah right. I’ll just get out my billionaire debit card and take care of everything today. Seriously though, what can a person with no money do? Not a darned thing. Simply telling me to buy something or pay something does NOT put money in my bank account.
Everyone who tells me I need to buy something or pay something wants it done RIGHT NOW. As a person living in poverty I’ve learned to tune them out. Sort of the way a mother tunes out tantrum throwing children. Of course we can’t ignore the screaming child forever but we don’t let them tell us what to do and when.
I hear people (politicians and others) talk about the way people in poverty sell food stamps and how wrong it is to do. I don’t get food stamps but if I did this would be a time to be tempted to sell them for the cash. Cash that could be used to buy clothes for mom or to pay the bill from the insurance company or to repair the broken porch post. Don’t be so quick to judge those who live in poverty. Someday it could be you who is the one living in poverty and tempted to sell your food stamps.
Well, time to get off the computer and deal with a couple of issues. I’ll post about them as I do.