I put a tablespoon of apple
cider vinegar in a 33.8-oz. bottle of sparkling black cherry water and it’s
definitely a lot more drinkable than putting it in a 17-oz. bottle of flat
water. So we’ll find out in June if it’s going to help my cholesterol or not.
So CampNano has begun and I’m
off to a start of 1461 words.
No motorcycles woke me up but
the heat sure did. In the winter months, we mostly close the bedroom vent and
open the bathroom vent. In the warmer weather, we flip them the opposite way.
I’m definitely going to have him climb up and adjust the vents before bed.
Tom said there were no loud
vehicles, landscaping or projects today. I’m surprised, but we’ll see how lucky
I get tomorrow.
We weighed the pros and cons
of staying versus going and decided to stay a while longer because it’s the
smarter, safer thing to do. There’s no saying how long it would take him to get
a job no matter what state we moved to, and insurance is so hard to get in this
country. We wouldn’t mind being uninsured if we didn’t need regular medication,
and we wouldn’t mind being broke as long as it didn’t mean being homeless. When
he’s retired and we’re on a fixed income I don’t expect to have much extra
money and that’s okay as long as we at least have a roof over our heads and our
kitchen is stocked.
Will we be able to afford
doctors and medication? He will be able to but I don’t know about me until I’m
65. He said we could buy a plan. Let’s hope we can afford it, but if worse
comes to absolute worse, we’ll move to a country with universal healthcare.
Fortunately, though, my medication is common and therefore it’s not expensive.
Now, if they lay him off or
lose their contract in a few months and he has to look for a job anyway, that
would be different. He would probably be able to find a job easier in Florida
because there are more older people there than here. I’m kind of surprised they
haven’t laid him off yet since most jobs don’t last forever and the company has
struggled at times, often laying off several people at once.
The only dream I remember was
starting a job in the middle of a mall as a “sexless” sex worker. Yeah, I know
it sounds crazy. But the idea wasn’t to get it on with the customers as opposed
to simply spending time chatting with them.
I was talking to the younger
woman training me and she said, “These guys are told all their lives that
they’re worthless and can’t get anyone beautiful. But you look great, J-Lin.”
I smiled and thought how this
was going to be an easy and interesting job with my worst problem possibly
being sore feet at the end of the day as I stood behind the counter in the
little booth set up in the center of the strip mall.
I then went to fetch my purse
where my phone was so I could text Tom and tell him what a simple job it was
and how I loved it, assuming anyone actually wanted to pay me to be their
sounding board. But I couldn’t find my purse and began to panic as I glanced into
the manager’s office which was empty, questioned some guy who didn’t know
anything about it, and then remembered seeing the girl training me place it
behind a TV on a cabinet or counter of some kind. I checked, and it was there.
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