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Funny how things work out.
Last week Eric uttered those words I was hoping never to hear: I don't have enough money in my account to pay the mortgage. Christ. That's just not good. So I've been having sort of low, background-level anxiety for the last few days over this.
His dad came over last night- we invited him for dinner, since we haven't seen him lately. Also, his parents are having their 50th wedding anniversary (the mind reels) and he is planning a surprise party for them. He's flying Eric and I, and Eric's sister and her husband out to California, and all their other children, grandchildren, cousins, and whatever else are going to meet at a foncy hotel and have dinner with them. I was pleased to find out that it seems like DIL (dad-in-law) is making this a very casual affair.
So DIL is over, and we shoot the breeze about movies like always, and order pizza. He discovers that I work on Sundays, not Saturday and Sunday like he'd thought somehow so we may get invited to meet his girlfriend at last. In a weird Freudian way I wonder if she's anything like me, and I look forward to meeting her. Blah blah, discussion of flight times, etc. Then around 10:30 or so he says 'Well, I should be getting home.' We all stand up. 'Oh, by the way,' he says casually, 'your grandparents sold some more land, and they split the money among us kids like they always do. I'm doing pretty well-off right now, so I figured you could use it. I split my share between you and your sister.' He hands Eric a check. I'm thinking maybe a few hundred bucks, that's cool. Eric looks at it, and his eyes get huge. I lean over to look, and it's for $5000. !!!!!
After entertaining brief fantasies of cashing it into bills and having sex on it, or spending it all on weed or something, we came to our senses. The plan is to pay off his car, which has been about $400/month and has 9 months left, and use the rest to throw at my credit card. This will go a long way toward ensuring our (comparatively) low-paying jobs will still be able to meet the mortgage- so we won't have to live in a refrigerator box! Yay!!! That takes a great load off.
I've been having digestive problems, though. I'm not sure if it's stress, or what. I felt nauseous all day yesterday, and woke up with some intestinal disarray today, and still feel a little green. I hope it goes away before the trip.
Last week Eric uttered those words I was hoping never to hear: I don't have enough money in my account to pay the mortgage. Christ. That's just not good. So I've been having sort of low, background-level anxiety for the last few days over this.
His dad came over last night- we invited him for dinner, since we haven't seen him lately. Also, his parents are having their 50th wedding anniversary (the mind reels) and he is planning a surprise party for them. He's flying Eric and I, and Eric's sister and her husband out to California, and all their other children, grandchildren, cousins, and whatever else are going to meet at a foncy hotel and have dinner with them. I was pleased to find out that it seems like DIL (dad-in-law) is making this a very casual affair.
So DIL is over, and we shoot the breeze about movies like always, and order pizza. He discovers that I work on Sundays, not Saturday and Sunday like he'd thought somehow so we may get invited to meet his girlfriend at last. In a weird Freudian way I wonder if she's anything like me, and I look forward to meeting her. Blah blah, discussion of flight times, etc. Then around 10:30 or so he says 'Well, I should be getting home.' We all stand up. 'Oh, by the way,' he says casually, 'your grandparents sold some more land, and they split the money among us kids like they always do. I'm doing pretty well-off right now, so I figured you could use it. I split my share between you and your sister.' He hands Eric a check. I'm thinking maybe a few hundred bucks, that's cool. Eric looks at it, and his eyes get huge. I lean over to look, and it's for $5000. !!!!!
After entertaining brief fantasies of cashing it into bills and having sex on it, or spending it all on weed or something, we came to our senses. The plan is to pay off his car, which has been about $400/month and has 9 months left, and use the rest to throw at my credit card. This will go a long way toward ensuring our (comparatively) low-paying jobs will still be able to meet the mortgage- so we won't have to live in a refrigerator box! Yay!!! That takes a great load off.
I've been having digestive problems, though. I'm not sure if it's stress, or what. I felt nauseous all day yesterday, and woke up with some intestinal disarray today, and still feel a little green. I hope it goes away before the trip.
