Seasons of Change

This is one of those days where my mind is racing and I'm juxtaposed in what to do. It is gray, rainy and dismal outside. Chilly too. It's the kind of weather where you just really don't want to go out and do anything.

Writing seems to be simmering at the top of my to-do list but as I just found out from Hubby this afternoon that our family car has had, what I would call, a catastrophic failure. The strut broke. This means that there is to be NO driving of the car and most likely we're going to have to have the car towed to the mechanic. Struts, as far as I know, is a pricey fix for a car.  So, let's add up the financial tourniquet: cat health/medical stuff, I'm still backpeddling to catch up to make it wipe off our balance sheets as if it doesn't exist (almost there btw), car... guessing at this point $250 plus for the struts. We also need new front tires since they're balding (another $250 guessing for the pair).
I still have put off getting a filling for one of my back teeth replaced.  I can't deal with having a mercury alloy in my teeth so saving up for a composite will run about another $200.

Notice a trend? Two hundred here, two hundred there. We've put off a few things trying to have one major catastrophe per month. Life, unfortunately, doesn't want to follow that game plan. Add Kiddo's need for attention and you're crimping my effeciency by half...

Sidetracked by vacuuming pulverized mini wheats from the carpet, thanks Kiddo. And doing dishes. And laundry. Case and point.

Since watching Native American One online, I've been craving a lifestyle more attuned to living off the land. It's a pipe dream up until now, since we really don't have access to growing our own foods yet. One step at a time, eh?

I better start seriously cranking out some articles to help pad the mass chaos that will be incoming in the next few weeks. And Kiddo... sit and pee on the freaking potty will ya? For crying out loud that's a good $100 a month on diapers. It's time dude! Be a man, do the right thing! (the last was a quote from favorite comedian Russel Peters, that man is hilarious). Alas, the only one who can get him to even SIT on the toilet is Daddy. I'll keep on trying tho. Maybe it's a guy thing.

Anyways, I shouldn't complain too much. Life is good, and I am happy. Hubby and I have proven to ourselves time and time again that we don't need a lot to be happy in this world, and honestly you can't put a pricetag on the people and friends that make up a good sphere of existence.

And just like that the sun is shining bright against a gray and cloudy sky. It really makes the golden leaves on the trees glow.