Go.
Read this.
And maybe shut the fuck up a bit.
Those of you who grew up like this? Welcome to the club. Have a seat. No, gramma sits there, sit on the folding chair next to the fireplace. Want a beer? In the cooler under the coffee table.
You meet Tam, you understand this is who she is, and is better because of it.
I read that earlier and had to wonder just what these people are gonna do if things really get rough?
Everybody I knew lived frugally when I was a kid. Gonna be a hell of a wake up (or die off) for a lot of people.
My brother informs me that they are again racing motorcycles on the ice at Cedar Lake.
I may have to come North and watch that. It’s been a long time since I got to see that.
Hah! Unk, you know they stopped that when I was a kid because it stopped freezing through(sewage don’t freeze)?
I grew up poor too and right now, being unemployed, I’m being very frugal and only buying what I need. I also canceled all my credit cards and I’m not going out unless I have to. I’ve got alternate means of transportation (bike) if I need it.
Things are really getting tough. I have siblings that are being effected by this downturn.
If it gets worse, it may come time to ‘evoke the clan’.
I remember going to Cedar Lake when I was little; a relative had a cottage there…
Hopefully you didn’t swim in it.
I think I will take a chair, thankyouverymuch.
Meat Night was yesterday so dinner tonight is a bunch of home-grown vegetables fresh from the garden. No sugar in my tea, thanks, the budget is a little tight. After dinner, I’m helping Dad to do a brake job on the car so that he can get back and forth to work. The Travelall is old, but steady with proper maintenance. After that we’ll watch TV for half an hour and then off to bed so that we can get up early and catch the bus to school while Dad goes to work on the construction crew. Hopefully, he’ll find another engineering job with one of the dozen firms he has contacted this week.
We still have the house, shoes, clothes, full bellies, and each other. Life is good.
Slash said it.
Hey, thanks for the beer, can I get you one while I’m up?
I remember Dad working at a local salvage yard, helping a guy out on his farm, working during harvest. AFTER getting home from however-the-hell he’d been on duty arresting drunks and dealing with other wonderful people. And he’s pissing because he had a shot at an oil job(pretty good-paying frm what I’ve heard) but wouldn’t take it because of being away from home?
When the kids were little I started to get a second job a couple of times; only reason I didn’t was, as the wife pointed out, there were things around the house & yard she just couldn’t do, and wouldn’t get done if I weren’t there. Damn tight, for a long time, but we made it. No, it wasn’t fun, but we got by.