Christmas Eve 2019
I've been rereading some of the old posts on this blog and they brought back a lot of memories both good and bad. This past two years has been really rough. My father died in October of 2018 with my mother passing away in December of 2018. They had been divorced since I was a teen and I'm fifty-four now. I haven't seen my father for years and he was living in Missouri. My sister and I lived with my mother but she succumbed to lung cancer and heart problems at the local hospital. We also lost my uncle's dog on Labor Day of this year.
I've been trying to get a steady job but can't seem to keep one. I've also been trying to get disability and I'm on my sixth go around with them. I have been battling anxiety and depression with medicine but I can't afford them anymore. I had health insurance for a while but lost that when I got denied disability the last time. I worked at Arby's for a few months but got fired for not getting along with co-workers. I tried housekeeping at a retirement home but lasted less than two days mostly due to my depression.
My sister and I have been going through our mother's belongings. We got most of her clothes to a local thrift store. My sister took over her bedroom, which is a good thing because her bedroom was flooded several times. We had to replace a water pipe in her bedroom only to turn around and replace the main sewer line. I had to dig several feet of dirt out of the crawlspace to get to the sewer line. Then we had problems with the thermostat for the floor furnace.
So you can probably guess that I'm not really into Christmas this year.