I guess I'm kind of tired. Physically, yes, but also mentally because things have been so blasted tough financially lately.
We're not only watching our own checkbook take a beating, but we're keeping tabs on hubby's mom, too. Dad went on ahead of us almost four years ago, and mom's income went down - a lot. But her expenses kept chugging along, and she's added more prescriptions due to a mini-stroke and a mild heart attack (probably brought on by the stress of having so much less income.) Sigh.
She worries too much about being unable to buy Christmas presents for her family. No matter how much we reassure her that we're all in the same sinking boat, she's of a generation that took great pride in taking care of themselves and everyone else, if need be.
We're hurting too, and can't help much. Winter's around the corner, along with high heating bills, colds, flu, pneumonia (mom gets her share of those during the winter, thanks mostly to her grandkids visiting while they're sick). Mom's like many of us: too much month left at the end of the money - and it's not at all funny.
I'm thankful that mom has a dear friend she met at church. He takes very good care of her, though she refuses his money, but he brings her to his house for supper almost every night. They watch movies, listen to "their kind" of music, and reminisce about the Olden Days.
Right now, though, I'm half-listening to the news. They're talking about the sinking stock market, a family with no health insurance, and a multitude of other horrendous news that is enough to make a person want to crawl inside a hole, pull the cover over yourself and never come out.
This, too, isn't a very uplifting message. That means it's time to slow down, get quiet and tune back into our prayer life. To reach out into the future we cannot see and pull out promises that our life will, indeed, get better.
See you later, dear reader.
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