I know there is a knot here someplace . . .

We were anticipating this great week with 3 unexpected cleaning jobs. Instead, the alternator went out on the Jimmy, ate up our money we got from the tiny bit of regular work, and we had to cancel the jobs we had scheduled. I don’t think I can handle another week like this. Goddess intervene, please!

My oldest develpoed pneumonia – I’ve been so worried. Finally heard from her tonight that she’s almost 100% better. There is a thankyou for the day!

My diet is blown and I can’t seem to get back on it.

EBT refills tomorrow – another THANK GOODNESS . . .

All week, all I could think about was counting unhatched chickens, and trying not to cry.

The water bill was tripple what we expected. The garden has burned up. I had committed to paying the bills ourselves this month and had already done it, when the money disappeared – no house payment in sight for July yet.

I made a pair of socks, and haven’t finished the second pair – I got bummed out and stopped. lol Oh my. I need to stop moping and figure out how we are going to manage. Thing is, I guess we will simply run a month behind and hope something good work wise comes back into view. Looking for my knot at the end of my rope again…I know it’s here, but the slide down to it is getting to me.

Anyway. Just trying to keep up to date with the blog. I also need to make dinner and have no idea what to do. Omlets… that could work.

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About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in The Republic of Congo, married to the son of a preacher, with 3 spoiled dogs and and an add on (my daughter's pit bull lives here for a bit while she hikes the Appalachian Trail. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and diabetes and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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One Response to I know there is a knot here someplace . . .

  1. Jody says:

    Hang in there sister…..!!!

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