Today I decide to be wealthy.
I broke a molar a couple of days ago. It needs a crown, and, fortunately, I have dental insurance that I pay for out of my own pocket, that I got when I was working at the call center a year ago, so most of it is paid for, and the dentist will take the rest in trade. (The dental insurance has paid for dental checkups for the family, a crown for my husband, and surgery for the twins; it's been worth every penny I've paid in premiums.)
The dentist told me that his parents are both unemployed. His mom is a school teacher, and she lost her job right before she would have qualified for tenure. His dad is an engineer, and works in airplane production, but there isn't any call for airplanes now, let alone engineers. So he knows that we can't afford any out-of-pocket payments.
My husband had work today, at two different places, with two of our regular customers, and one told him to charge an extra hour because the job was at night and on very short notice. So there is a very big sigh of relief there, as I don't know if I'll be getting anymore unemployment money or not.
While I was out driving tonight, I was in a nice neighborhood of older homes, and I could look in the windows and see how neat and clean they were inside. Having things neat and clean is a sign of wealth. My house looks like a someone's hording a lot of papers, coupons, and file folders and clutter. I've read where one feeds another. Clean the house, and prosperity increases; let stuff pile up, and it makes matters worse.
I know I need to clean out the house. I've known it for a long time. And sometimes, I make some headway in getting it cleaned, and other times, it's "home," an emotional nest, like a pack rat's and I just want to sleep and stay in it. I did, however, make the effort to get most of the dishes done and the counter tops cleared and cleaned.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I broke a molar a couple of days ago. It needs a crown, and, fortunately, I have dental insurance that I pay for out of my own pocket, that I got when I was working at the call center a year ago, so most of it is paid for, and the dentist will take the rest in trade. (The dental insurance has paid for dental checkups for the family, a crown for my husband, and surgery for the twins; it's been worth every penny I've paid in premiums.)
The dentist told me that his parents are both unemployed. His mom is a school teacher, and she lost her job right before she would have qualified for tenure. His dad is an engineer, and works in airplane production, but there isn't any call for airplanes now, let alone engineers. So he knows that we can't afford any out-of-pocket payments.
My husband had work today, at two different places, with two of our regular customers, and one told him to charge an extra hour because the job was at night and on very short notice. So there is a very big sigh of relief there, as I don't know if I'll be getting anymore unemployment money or not.
While I was out driving tonight, I was in a nice neighborhood of older homes, and I could look in the windows and see how neat and clean they were inside. Having things neat and clean is a sign of wealth. My house looks like a someone's hording a lot of papers, coupons, and file folders and clutter. I've read where one feeds another. Clean the house, and prosperity increases; let stuff pile up, and it makes matters worse.
I know I need to clean out the house. I've known it for a long time. And sometimes, I make some headway in getting it cleaned, and other times, it's "home," an emotional nest, like a pack rat's and I just want to sleep and stay in it. I did, however, make the effort to get most of the dishes done and the counter tops cleared and cleaned.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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