Twisted Spinster

Okay, I realize I’ve promised to write more — I mean what’s the use of having a website if you don’t write in it? — but I’ve been distracted by the necessity of keeping home and body together. Here’s the update: I still have this job, but I don’t know for how long. They’ve been interviewing a bunch of people, and even though I turned in my resume I don’t know if they’ll end up taking me on permanently just because they’ve been training me to do this for now. Also I’ve been burned so many times now that I just don’t trust my circumstances like I used to. I just get the feeling that I’m going to end up back on the street soon.

Also, as usual I am short of funds — meaning flat broke, and with a negative balance thanks to the ridiculous charges the bank is hitting me with, since my overdraft account is also empty. This temp salary isn’t much. It all makes me want to start keeping my money in a sock under my pillow. But I’m afraid my cats will eat it. The younger one is already mad at me because I won’t let her go outside to eat weeds so she can throw them up on my rug later.

I don’t complain about the price of gas because it’s pointless, but I’ve had to stop driving places for lunch in order to save gas. Well that saves me money too, and also keeps me from getting 1) fat on fast food, and 2) sick because no one washes their hands anymore. I try to look on the bright side.

I’m thinking more and more of investing in some potted vegetable plants. The only problem is the cost of the pots — the plants themselves aren’t that expensive, and a couple of bags of dirt aren’t that costly either. I don’t want to plant directly into the soil (the mulch bed on the patio just has sand under it anyway) in case I am unable to pay my rent and end up having to move. Anyway, it would be great having bell peppers in a color other than green. Red, orange, and yellow bell peppers tend to sell for $3.99 a pound here, which is ridiculous. They tell me there isn’t a difference in taste, but I can detect it, and the red and orange ones taste sweeter to me. And there are other vegetables I’d like to eat fresh but for some reason vegetables cost the Earth in Florida. I thought this was an agricultural state but maybe that’s from when I was a kid. If not, then where the heck do we send our vegetables? They can’t all go to the local farmers’ markets.

Anyway, I’m running a bleg, for gas money for this car as well as fuel that will allow me to gas on on this website (har har har). Isn’t that paycheck just burning a hole in your pocket? (Speaking of gas money, I saw one of those tiny “Smart” cars in a parking lot the other day. It was bright yellow. I looked it up, and it only gets about 36 miles to the gallon? Oh, but this is an automatic. Hey wait a minute, why is a car the size of my shoe being sold with automatic transmission? What’s the point? Also, I’ve heard them going down the street — the engine sounds like a coffee can full of angry metal bees. I swear. My car sounds like that, but it’s thirteen years old and in bad need of an oil change. And it gets just over 30 mpg just in the shape it’s in. So there.

Update: on the other hand, maybe soon I won’t have anything to worry about. And neither will anyone else…