Been a bad month.
Watched about 10 grand go out the door, none of it to my own benefit. Family.
I love them dearly, but it's breaking me.
A year ago, our Granddaughter came to say, and it's been a very good change.
Then our Duaghter arrived, Grandson in tow, along with a (sorta) dog and slew of cats. To live with us. I saw her arrive and it was "wazzat?"
Dust finally settles, and there are five people, four cats, three dogs, and our 10 Y/O other Granddaughter flies in to Tucson tonight at midnight.
It's a three bedroom house.
The Grandson has an (old, old) 30ft motor home parked in the back yard, his Hacienda. That was last month or so.
Daughter now has a 28ft used fifth wheel trailer, parked up where she works, a long story, but she's moving in this week. That was last week's big expenditure.
Yesterday, Grandson had a car bought for him, turns out to be an '84 Shelby GT 350, and it's beautiful.
Somewhere along the line, Granddaughter #1's Mustang had a convertible roof replaced. (two weeks ago?).
I'm getting punchy just trying to keep track.
Granddaughter #1 is airborne right this moment bringing Granddaughter #2 from Upstate NY to stay for the Summer. Airfare, etc.
Then yesterday, the Rehab clinic told me I wasn't done with Rehab next Friday, I had ten more sessions to go, so I won't be getting my life back for an additional three weeks and some.
Crap. Just, crap.
Money-wise, we're really not hurting, but the war chest took a significant hit.
Keeping track of life..., priceless.
And then the civil war footing ramped up. I lost it.
I'm back, I'm not happy, and nobody ever said I had to be. Fair is for other people.
Greg