An article I want to remember, and refresh my memory of it on occasion.
Been a strange couple days. Another musical number to accompany in a few weeks - I would so love to be asked instead of ordered. (Given a choice I might actually figure out how to say no.) And I was told the Bishopric wants either me or Helen to be on the organ for ward conference in a couple weeks. Didn't want to bother Helen with it, so I guess it's me. Pressure.
The Charger was in overnight for service. Had to have an additional $500 work done on it, as well as the regularly scheduled maintenance and emissions. The Husband loves this car so much, I'm loathe to ask him if it's time to replace it since it's 11 year old. (Besides, what would we replace it with? And for how much? I'm already dreading having to replace more furnaces and the roof. We haven't had any car payments since 1989. Not ready to start now.) We're off in a minute to get the car and it'll be clean until he drives on the wet streets.
The Husband got an email from American Express yesterday - telling him how much we've spent over the last few weeks. He was astonished - did we really spend that much? Yup. Between the final furniture payment (it's coming tomorrow, and it's been a long six months waiting for it), the new furnace, and other assorted kind of annual expenses - we did. I guess we're beginning to draw down on our savings / investments now. Which I'm so uncomfortable with. But then again, that's what that money is for, right? Hope it lasts long enough. (And good think I dislike spending money. Was talking to a friend yesterday and she mentioned she went shopping for something new to wear, everything she has is like 15 years old. I'm with her. Everything I have is old. I'm pining for something new; that's not skin tight / sheer / immodest / old-lady-apparel.😊)
Walked this morning in snow. Very carefully. Some spots were slickery. But it was quiet and peaceful and I so needed it.
And I feel a tad frazzled. Seems like lots of stuff going on that's out of the usual. And as I age I deal less well with stress. And I definitely don't want to feel stressed, nor let The Husband be aware that I am. He also responds differently to stress / anxiety these days. Oh, for the good old younger days when life was full of possibilities rather than always feeling like we're in battle mode.
So grateful today for money to pay for the furnace and the furniture and the car maintenance. So grateful for the snow, little though it is. And so grateful for a couple daughters who act like we matter and a Husband who without hesitation forgives my all-too-frequent grumpies.
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