I have not been having good days lately. Things go wrong constantly. Things that cost money that I don’t have. I’m a writer, after all. I don’t even have a waving acquaintance with money.
Fire ants bit me on Tuesday. My hands and feet are still plagued with painful, itchy bumps. At the same time the city is telling me how the yard has to be done and the trees have to be trimmed and the pool has to be repaired. If I don’t complete the work and get the pool running again, in spite of the fact I don’t have any money, I face a two-thousand dollar fine, which would be cheaper than fixing the pool, but it would recur every month until I got the pool fixed. Well, welcome back to Debt Town. At least I will have a swimming pool again this winter. And the drive this morning to take the Princess to school was an epic battle with high-speed morons in Bubba-trucks. I made a wrong turn downtown in the rat’s maze that the I-35 construction project has created right next to downtown Carrollton. I had to dodge between people in cars that don’t know how to drive, but drive too fast, kids on foot on that have their heads plugged in, so they don’t hear you coming when they step out in front of you without looking because their eyes are fixed on their phones. We got there five minutes before the tardy bell.
Some mornings I just need a chance to complain. Thanks for listening.