Well …
The “further issue” of last night became the
present issue of today.
I checked the floor before walking down the
hallway to bed last night – and there was a bit of water under the front edge
of the dishwasher; not puddling like before: just wet.
There is obviously a slow leak somewhere.
So, I before I moseyed down the hallway to
the bedroom, I turned the under-sink water valve back off; that flows into the
hose that feeds through the side of the kitchen sink cabinet, and into the
dishwasher.
And first thing this morning, I texted Shay –
she contacted her contact … and the waiting is on.
Thankfully, I do have $$$$ in savings to
shift around to cover this new added expense.
But that is money that is earmarked for
Emergency Tire Fund – it will be the second time I have had to pull money from savings
in an 8-week period of time.
I feel guilty having to do it: when Bob was preparing to go to OHSU the end of November 2018,
he stressed to me the importance of making sure I had a specific amount of
ready $$$$ set aside/available for emergency tire replacement. He knew OHSU was
a make-it-or-break-it gamble on lifesaving measures, and he wanted to be sure I
was {set} financially if things went south in a heartbeat.
Things did go south in the short 21-day-period
of time we were in Oregon.
And I have been very careful to keep that Savings
Balance necessary – until the demonrat political covid bullshit – which
has businesses going off the rails with ass-saving mask
rules that do absolutely nothing but make life stupidly hard for the
rest of us.
When I had to update my glasses, about 8
weeks ago … my regular optometrist would not see me unless I agreed to
suffocate myself: I refused, which meant scheduling with another
optometrist – with an added $300 billing increase.
I did a Bazaar the end of October and was
able to replace 2/3rds of the filched Savings fund; only to have the
dishwasher go wonky yesterday.
These past 22 months have been a
constant 3-step shuffle; I can never quite master
the waltz now that my dance partner has left his earthly sneakers behind, and
now wears golden slippers to trip the lights fantastic beyond the clouds.
And though I do enjoy a rousing baseball game
… right now, I’d enjoy it more as a spectator than an active player: my
batting arm is starting to burn with the continual activity.
Widowhood – familial abandonment – a leaky
tire (it has been patched, but it still needs careful monitoring; and will
eventually need replaced) – necessary replacements (like glasses, that are
seriously necessary) – and unexpected expenses (that always seems to crop up
when the government goes into slap-down mode).
It can start weighing on you, after a while.
I try to stay upbeat.
I don't allow a lot of negativity into my life.
Hopefully {replacement} things will start
slowing down; and I can have a little more wiggle room again financially.
Then again … maybe not, if the
obama-clinton-pelosi-biden-harris coup actually becomes another obamanite
nightmare scenario.
My wiggle room will pretty much disappear.
I know Elohim loves me, and has my back.
I trust Yeshua 100% to be my Husband/Provider.
Just once, in this new life of mine, I’d like to bat that curve ball out
of the Ball Park and enjoy a home run.
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