Scribblings

Agita

I have a bad dose of it this evening. TB and I talked to Billy about our funds being tight right now and so he was going to pick up the cost of karate lessons until we hear from someone and get a check from that vampiric third party carrier that cut off TB's workman's comp. So he was cool with that and he had a lesson scheduled for this evening. Since it's the first week of a new month, he made sure he'd taken money out from his account to pay for October's classes.

He was rather upset when he came downstairs. He said to me, "We need to go to the bank tomorrow so I can take out more money."

"Why?" I was surprised.

"Because the money I had is gone."

I know what it's like to feel as if your jaw has hit the floor. TB and I went through the usual questions -- could you have left it somewhere else? Did it fall behind the drawer?

Billy said he'd hidden the money because he wanted to make sure it didn't disappear. See, this isn't the first time money or something valuable has gone missing from his room. I felt sick to my stomach. Tomorrow TB is buying a lock for Billy's door.

We announced that if the money turned up we wouldn't press the issue any further -- but we'd still get the lock. If it doesn't show up, there are going to be some consequences.

I hate this.

Kennan is here this evening. He gave Little T a bath. I don't know what he's doing now but whatever it is, the baby doesn't like it. I am hiding out in the bedroom, listening to music and trying to relax.

QOTW:

Suppose that income taxes still had to paid? but instead of going to the government, your dollars would go to the charity or non-profit organization of your choice. Where would you want your money to go?

I would want my money to go to soup kitchens so they could stock their pantries and help feed the hungry. I don?t see any other government intervention happening anytime soon and I think hunger and homelessness are critical problems in our country.