Huh...more money? And, Flame as Tarzan

Just got my weekly pay packet--FULL pay!!! My student lender just ceased garnishing my wages! Instead of a hundred twenty some-odd dollars, I got 168! Whoa! Once those Social Security cheques come rolling in, Nancy's going to begin living like a human being again. Wow. I'll actually be able to afford to eat!

I've no idea why the stoppage, mind, and I will likely still get a 28,000 dollar bill from them, twice a month. No really. The Vermont student loan company actually does send someone living well below poverty level, a 28,000 dollar bill twice a month. I've literally never even HAD 28 grand. In fact, my possessions, if sold at auction, probably would be hard pressed to bring in a few hundred dollars.

Speaking of eating, I won't be doing much of that, this week. The rent's pass due, and I couldn't pay it. Also, there's the 180 dollar electric bill that's due this coming Wednesday--and me with a total net worth at the moment, of 208 dollars. Oh dear. Well, I'll manage. I've hung on for months, so I can hang in there for a few more weeks, anyway. I wish I hadn't of had to do the laundry, yesterday, but then, I wouldn't have had clean clothes for the next two weeks.

For your average poor American, life is just a series of trade-offs: Clean clothing, or food in the cupboard. Pay part of the rent, or keep you heat, cooker and lights going. Spend money on the Doctor's, or stay home and use the money for shampoo, vitamins, washing soap and cleaners and other vital necessities. For some of us, reality is not a television programme. We go to sleep with it, and wake up with it.

Speaking of sleep (great segway there, ey?), I've really been having some odd dreams, of late. Well, are any dreams not odd? Let's just say, odder than ususal.

After I did my morning chores around the apartment today, I sat up in bed and read for a bit. I suspect I'm highly anemic again, as I'm a bit woozy of late, and get out of breath and tire easily. Anyway, short of it is, I fell sound asleep...never meant to, mind. But, you know? It was one of the most relaxing, refreshing naps I've had in ages. It was only a bit over an hour, and I don't really like napping that much, but still...guess I must have needed it.

Still writing. Don't know what for, but, it's something to do, isn't it?

On the pet front, Flame has found a new game to play. To free up space in my two tiny closets, I hang my coats and jackets on the backs of the doors. Well, my heavy winter coat is a hooded Carhardt jacket. The outside is heavy duty denim. It's a big Farmer's jacket, and hangs down by it's hood, from some pegs on the closet door in my lounge.

Well, Flame has begun leaping up onto the sleeve of the coat, and then proceeds to climb her way to the top of the hood, where she hangs down, swaying gently, and chirupping proudly like she's Tarzan, at the two boys, Charile and Boots--who are simply too big and heavy to do this stunt--and then she decides to clamber back down again. She started this on Monday (the jacket's only been hanging there for two months, so I've no idea what suddenly gave her the notion to do this), now she's doing it three or four times a day--and, she only does it when the boys are around..showoff.

I don't mind, because it is a Cardhardt coat, and, besides being the warmest winter gear going (ask any farmer or construction worker), their clothing is virtually indestructable--I mean, it can be threadbare after years of hard use, and still be warm and cozy. There's no worry of claw marks damaging it, so I let her have her fun. It's a small apartment, so there's not really loads of room for them to run around in.

Well, I must get on. Have to run to the little store across the street, in a few minutes, as I'm out of one or two things, that I just plain can't do without.