Saintly Midnight Musings
Well, it was a typical day today. I woke up, did some of my homework, watched the landlord's grandmother and made sure she was fed and watered both in the morning and afternoon. So I head off to school, and it's the usual day. Nothing of note. Then yr. humble blogger gets home...
Then all hell breaks loose. No sooner have I gotten home then W. (one of the landlords) got a call from his sister. His mother went to sleep and didn't wake up. So yours' truly drove him over there, because that's what I do and that's how I roll. I get there, drop him off, give hugs and such to those that need it, and I get sent on my merry way while he takes care of things over at his sisters' house.
So I get home, thinking everything is swell...no sooner have I got my coat off than I get a call from R. (the other landlord) Apparently, he is skint broke and needs to come home. Apparently W. and his sister are getting into a donnybrook over at her house, and R. needs to get home and can he borrow some money to get a bus ticket. (I am deliberately leaving some of the details out, mainly because it's a mess and... well, let's just say it's a mess and leave it at that.)
So he asks me, I say no, I don't have it. He asks me to ask Andrea if she can float it. I have a good feeling I know what the answer is. No. Not because we don't care, and not because we're heartless, but because We're Broke! He says he's gonna pay us back, but it's rare when we have loaned money that we have been paid back. And don't get me started on what he owes Andrea for watching his grandmother. She was getting paid less than minimum wage by my calculations.
Basically, I want to help, but I am helped out. How are we gonna help when we can barely help ourselves?
Anyway, that's all for now.
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