Really, nothing to see here. Just vexation and misery.

It continues to be a long, bitchy week. Fiscal disasters also continue, unabated. I anticipate some improvement at the end of this month, as we will have paid off the many thousands of dollars we owe our vet, IN FULL, and that will make for a happier bank account. Of course, then we have Christmas. Still. It’ll improve, come December.

A note to my ex. I calculated it out – you owe me (well, really my daughter) more than $16,000 in unpaid back child support. Yes, that’s right, Mr. H, if you are reading this? You, sir, are a deadbeat and I find that I loathe you with the heat of a thousand white hot suns. It is my considered opinion that you need to be racked over a nice hot bed of coals until you pony up and fulfill your financial obligations AS ORDERED by the nice judge at court. I would like you to know that it gives me a great deal of pleasure to consider the day that I take your sorry butt back to court, for on that day, I know that the judge will hold you in contempt and he will order you to pay the whole big lump in one piece or go to jail, where you will meet someone nice who will aptly be named Bubba. I think I might wait a few more years to file so it HURTS MORE when the hammer comes down. Honestly, while I’d like the money so our daughter can have her teeth straightened, the idea of your conubial bliss with good ole Bubba almost makes me happier. Almost.

One might surmise from all this that the constant money issues are putting me in a bad mood. That and I have a vivid imagination when it comes to my ex’s karma.

So what’s on the Yarnpirate’s agenda for the day? Well instead of going to a sunny park with a duck pond as was my plan, I’m going to spend the day cleaning out closets and trying to determine if we have a mouse (something keeps CHEWING all night long and keeping me awake) and if we do, then I have to decide if I want to just get the cheap whack’em traps which I hate, because we can’t afford a live trap and honestly, where would we release a mouse if we caught one? Maybe into my landlord’s yard….

I haven’t really knit a stitch this week that didn’t get ripped out, except another spiral Noro hat that the younger daughter promptly appropriated for her own use. Creativity=nil.

It’s just one of those sucktastic, mercury in retrograde, miserable weeks. It’s GOT to get better, right?

In this time of fiscal woe, I am truly and deeply grateful for sites like Knitty and Magknits with free patterns, as well as my wonderful stash of yarn, accumulated in greener times. I am grateful for our new prescription benefits and I am grateful for the roof over our head and the milk I can still afford to buy. I am truly aware that so many have so much less. It’s all relative.


About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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1 Response to Really, nothing to see here. Just vexation and misery.

  1. Siel says:

    Where is this sunny park with the ducks?

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