The electrician is still at the house. Couldn't finish it all in one day. I guess that is why it is expensive. I think everything is expensive, though, and I don't know how other people afford to live. They have boats and new cars and giant tvs and vacations. Every year for the past many, I have had to forego my vacations because the house needed painting or roofing or plumbing or. . . . I am one of those Americans that has left vacation days on the table. Lost. Kaput.
I travelled more when I worked less and had much less money. I'm not sure how that works. I guess one learns how to deal. I bought used cars, used tires, used batteries, used clothes. True.
But I know that is not how other people do it. No, I don't know that. I don't know what they do. I'm finding out a lot about stretching money. Bogo (twofers) is fun. I'm learning which days of the week to buy certain things at certain stores. I'm learning about outlet stores, too.
"That's a nice jacket. D'ya pay retail?"
Panic about the trip sets in. There is a hurricane that will be off the coast the day we are to fly out. We could be in for it. I can't control it and should just relax, but it is not my nature. I must stress.
The electrician should be done today. Plumber tomorrow. These guys make me nervous. How do you know if they know what they are doing? You don't. You just never do.
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