Purgatory. in A small but passable life.

Two more overcast days with highs in the low eighties. I ran errands instead of lying by the pool. I did another round of grocery shopping. I took Mom to a doctor appointment. I took Mom to the library to have her taxes done. I perused the shelves while there and found a couple of books to check out. A total of three in the pile now. I went to the bank to deposit the check from Edward Jones.

So today I returned to the pool. A nice afternoon of reading with the temperature topping out at a nice 86 degrees.

After five years the EBT card is about to come to an end. It was March of 2011 after eating nothing but bologna sandwiches and drinking Kool-aid all Winter that Woman in the Moon finally got me to go apply for the card. I remember thinking that single guys couldn’t get one. And I was surprised that I qualified for the maximum amount. I’m due to return to the office in person for my yearly application. I won’t be there. I’m stuck here indefinitely.

Besides I’m now a property owner and have a joint bank account with ten’s of thousands of dollars in it. Wouldn’t lie about that. EBT eligibility; that’s not a bridge to be burnt.

I’m still unemployed and homeless though. A strange world I inhabit.

So now, here at Mom’s, I do the grocery shopping, the cooking, and the cleaning up in return for a portion. I think it’s a fair deal. I really don’t eat that much.

I remember Jassy visiting from college and I’d send her back to the dorm with a trunk full of groceries.

So yeah, the noisy drivel of criminals and game shows on the TV. Old women bobbing and chattering in the pool. Having to drive to the library and grocery store.

Purgatory.

Yeah, that’s it.

Last updated February 21, 2016