Funny about Money

Ughghh!!!!!

It is SO SWAMPY out there that by the time the Dawg and I got back from the morning neighborhood stroll, I was just drenched in sweat and dew. What a horrid morning!

Now the question remains: what to do with the rest of the day?

Not much, I’m afraid. My son has purloined my car. He claims my driver’s license has been invalidated, with the collusion of those idiots at the Mayo Clinic. Yeah: the ones who do not or cannot listen to you when you describe what’s going on with a health matter.

So in this heat, I can’t even so much as go to the corner grocery store. It’s just too hot and swampy to walk that far.

Do I want to stay here?

Or do I want to jump the gun and move into one of those horrible old-folks’ prisons before I’m utterly forced to do so?

My son is pushing at the “forced to” just now. But the truth is, no one can prove I can’t take care of my self and my home just now. In another six months or year: yeah, that may be the case. But for the moment, I can effectively fight being dragged out of the Funny Farm. And you may be sure that I will.

The Cleaning Lady from Heaven was here a day or so ago. The place is spotless. So: one thing I need not bother to do is clean house.

Dog and I have already made the daily doggy-walk trip. She’s sitting on the cool (sorta) tiles and panting her little head off. So…clearly…more doggy-walking (or human-walking) is out of the question today.

Strolled past Josie’s place, where SDXB used to live. The city confiscated her previous house to build an airplane runway — she lived right under the flight path at Sky Harbor airport, a huge and busy monstrosity. She must feel like the gods smiled on her (at last!!) when our honored leaders gave her SDXB’s place.

Unfortunately, they didn’t give her the information or the funds to maintain it….

A pipe under the kitchen sink sprang a leak. By the time she noticed it, water had FLOODED not just the kitchen, but also the dining room and the living room. The place was trashed!

So…fortunately, because she’s a welfare case, the city is sending people in (supposedly) to fix the disaster area. But meanwhile…where is she supposed to live? Camping out in the backyard???

SDXB vacated the house when he moved to Sun City. He’s merrily happy out there, having found New Girlfriend and feeling pretty pleased with the tract house he bought.

My parents lived in Sun City. That’s how I ended up in Arizona: they dragged me here when my father retired. He quit his job a year before I graduated from high school, because my grades were so high he managed to persuade the University of Arizona to accept me that much early.

Stupidest thing he could have done for me. I needed that high-school diploma and that fourth year at the prison for teenagers. But Nooooooo…..nothing would do but what I had to drop out of high school, enroll at the UofA, and move to Tucson.

As a person under the age of 50, of course, I was not allowed to live in Sun City. So they told the authorities that I was living in Tucson. Ugh!

Not that I would have wanted to live in Sun City. Sooo totally NOT my style!

But my mother was thrilled. She just loved the place. And…well…unknown to either of them, she didn’t have long to live. The cancer brought on by her obsessive smoking habit did her in shortly. So…despite fuc*ing up my life, Sun City was a good thing for her: gave her a couple of years of happiness before it was time to trudge off to the Next World.

So…here I am in (Un)lovely Uptown Arizona, enjoying another swampy morning and wishing I were…somewhere, anywhere else. But really, there is no “else” anymore. I can’t afford to go back to the Bay Area…and none of my relatives there survive to this day, anyhow. My son is here, and I don’t wanna move away from him. (Lucky him!) The house is paid for, it’s a nice house in a comfortable upper-middle-class neighborhood: it would be insanity to sell and move. I’m stuck here.

In many ways, it’s a nice “stuck.” But it’s still stuck.