Morning all, hope you are well. Duke is stretched out next to me, and my sweet Baboo is in the kitchen nattering around.
Sadly, it’s a work day for me. There are too many things I have to focus on today. Some of it is with paperwork. Most of it is physical.
I made a horrible mistake. I washed 2 of those throws that are plush from walmart. I received them over a couple of years for holiday gifts, and I’d stitched them together to cover my legs in the wheelchair.
I’m going to be turning them into something else. Not only have the edges fallen fallen off over the years, but they are pretty tatty. So, I’m going to re-bind the edges, and cover the outside with sheet fabric.
I desperately need a leg cover in the wheelchair when I’m out and about. The sleeping bag I’d used fell apart. These were a substitute. I just can’t afford to buy another one, and I have a couple of sheets I can sacrifice.
So, that’s the first plan of attack. I also have paperwork for the volunteer organization I chair. There is talk of having another organization meeting in February. I have to get the prep done. That’s a couple of hours of research and organization.
Then there is the normal monthly break down of the grocery lists and going through exactly what we need in the home. My husband has recently insisted on adding another store to shop at.
The problem is that the new store is higher in some prices than the one we are used to using. This means that I have to swap back and forth between the two, comparing prices, and getting half at the one, half at the other.
I’ve got to start telling him no to certain things with the food budget. We have evolved our diet so much over the years to work with what we can afford. The problem? Telling him we can’t afford some of the foods he wants.
This is not asshole tax. This is not petty revenge. This is pure and simple, we can’t afford the price per ounce of certain foods. Everything adds up. It’s going to mean some bland af eating. However, with the cost of everything, if we don’t – we will not be able to pay property taxes.
So, that’s where we are at this point. Wrestling down the cost per ounce of everything. It doesn’t help that I need another round of insulin this month. That’s an expense that is closer to 10 percent of my personal income than I like.
Chuckle, I had a discussion with a pharmacy tech the other day. She said, “Doesn’t your insurance cover this/that or the next thing?” Snort, I said, “Nope, in fact they gloried in calling me to say, that they won’t cover my insulin.”
I mean, I know that they hire new staff all the time, but this youngling needs to understand that some medications that are required for life are considered luxuries by insurance companies. I know, it is 2023. I’ve seen rumours of it everywhere.
Back to my day. I also at some point have to run and pick up the grocery order that took 3 hours to make with my beloved last night. We went through every price, every item, and I told him, we can’t afford this/that/whichever.
He had 88 dollars in his account. It wasn’t enough for what he wanted. We are getting wholesome healthy food, just not his favorites.
That’s about it. Huge hugs my friends. I have a couple more recipes to round out the month, but should be back to normal programming soon. See ya next week, same bat-time same bat-channel. -L