hurdle jumped

Food stamps and medicaid, approved! thank the Gods for huge favors and a lady who could make it happen. Now to scrape together money for gas so I can use the food stamps… guess I’ll carry my change jar to Kroger with me :0) Funny really to have so much money available and no way to use it. There is no rush – we’d spent our cash the week before on groceries. We are just out of coffee and that won’t kill us.

The hubs has the handyman here today to fix the broken pipes – I have no clue what they’ve arranged as payment because I have ZERO hoarded dollars. But I will be happy to be able to use the hose in the back yard again.

I spent 1.60 on two sweaters to take apart for yarn, but didn’t gauge it well. The yarn isn’t right. I think maybe Taryn can use one of the sweaters, the other is a loss. C’es la vie.

Steve tilled up one of the raised beds for me. I have the dixie cups to start our seeds in. I’m ready to do this! Maybe this year we can sell the babies. I’m thinking a good yard sale is the perfect venue. 30 cups set at ready – I need to pull out my seeds and decide what goes in first. I have all of these pots to plant in just in case we have to move. I’m trying to decide whether to start off in pots or just save the pots for transfer – the bed dirt is beautiful this year. Dark and rich. Now if we just get some good sun. Crap, that just decided for me! I plant in the pots so I can move them with the sun. OK.

Knitting is going well – it’s constant. I need to make it more productive for selling.

I’m getting offa here – I feel better this morning. Not grand, but better.

 

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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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