Well, Will and I are on the move for the second time in seven months, this time to our son and son-in-law’s house, where it is presumed by all concerned that this move will be our last. They have made it abundantly clear that they want us to stay for good, and the way finances areContinue reading “Moving Again”
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The End Of An Era
This is my last entry from Command Central, as Will and I are moving tomorrow and will be off the grid for a few days or so. Looking around at the house where so much of our lives happened, I’m sad but also relieved in a way—relieved to be out from under it and all the stressContinue reading “The End Of An Era”
Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
Now that Will and I have secured a place to live and are moving next weekend, the inevitable question of whether to tell our new housemates about our, ahem, health issues has arisen. I hate the idea of concealing them because it’s going to be awkward when the inevitable happens—it’s a small house after all—and I don’t want theContinue reading “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”
Reversal of Fortune
It’s a Christmas miracle: We have a place to go! Sweet are the uses of Craigslist. I’d put Will and me on there as a desperate measure, advertising us as a “clean, quiet older couple” (well, we are). By the grace of God, a nice lady needing to rent one of the rooms in her houseContinue reading “Reversal of Fortune”
Shot Through the Heart
…..and I’m to blame. Well, maybe not totally, but today our landlords said that Will and I need to be out of this house in 10 days. Right before Christmas. With no place to go, or even any prospect of a place to go. Otherwise, they’re going to take us to court, and while that would definitely buy us someContinue reading “Shot Through the Heart”
The Bitch Is Back
The depression and paranoia, I mean. I’m not having any suicidal ideation this time, I’m just discouraged and sad and afraid. I’ve looked at numerous options for housing—even temporary would do for now—and there don’t seem to be any that would allow Will and me to keep at least SOME of his Social Security check.Continue reading “The Bitch Is Back”
Lose Yourself
Amid the chaos of moving and trying to figure out where Will and I are going to go, there has been little time for reflection on how we got into this situation. But now that I’m on my second batch of papers for SSDI—the ones somebody who knows you well has to fill out—I can’t help wondering where the personContinue reading “Lose Yourself”
Break It Down
The work of breaking down a household—not to mention sifting through the memories of a place where a good portion of our lives happened—continues as our time here grows short. We have one week before we have to be out, and we aren’t going to make that deadline even though we’re getting help from our son and hisContinue reading “Break It Down”
Survival Mode
I’m getting anxious again. We have a week and a half before we’re supposed to be out of this house, Will’s been too sick to pack stuff and we have NO money for a place to live—we may have enough to rent a storage shed and a moving truck, but that’s about it. Not only that,Continue reading “Survival Mode”
Rock-Bottom Blues
***TRIGGER WARNING*** Bad, bad thoughts ahead. This is it—I have found it—I am in Hell. Or at least my version of it, anyway. Things have fallen through at my son’s so Will and I can’t move in with him, and as of now we have nowhere to go. Nowhere to go. To say I am terrifiedContinue reading “Rock-Bottom Blues”
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