This has been one crappy year. It started with December’s sinus infection sliding into January and then continuing on through March. I’m currently fighting a new one.

February and March saw everybody’s work hours being slashed. This compounded the financial pain of February when I had to pay the $410 lien on my auto registration that the tow company requested the state tack onto my auto registration. This lien was from Courtesy Towing towing my totaled Pontiac from the site of the four car accident I was in that broke my right shoulder and tore my right rotator cuff (which is still torn. That is a blog post all by itself). So, it cost me roughly $450 to make my car legal for 2023.

March saw our rent increase by $100 while my hours still sucked. I had begun looking for new and/or additional work. I got a bunch of ideas, but no extra money. Rose had to cover my rent for two months, plus two thirds of last month’s. She also paid my health insurance for June.

This brings me to my first expression of gratitude. I am so grateful to Rose for paying my bills from her inheritance money. So, I suppose I am also grateful to her mom. These, of course were loans. I will repay her. I just really want a financial miracle, and I will be joyously grateful when that happens.

I am also grateful that of the five things that could have been cancer in 2021, only one was cancer. I had my second squamous cell carcinoma on my left shoulder. The surgery wound, where Dr. Moskowitz (Dr. Jeff) cut the lesion out was still stitched up when the subconscious man caused the accident. He was subconscious because he was shot. He was shot while committing a crime. It’s a miracle we all lived. Yeah, 2021 sucked so bad, I would have gladly traded it for 2020 on a millisecond.

Thus, I am grateful that no one was killed in that wreck. I am grateful I had health insurance, or I would have been royally screwed. I am grateful the shot guy actually had auto insurance, or we all would have been royally screwed.

I’m grateful I have made it 63.5 years without suffering any totally debilitating illness. I’m still mostly very healthy.

Sitting in the recliner in my livingroom and watching the late local news coverage of Hurricane Idalia destruction makes me grateful that it spared the Orlando and I feel horrible over what the residents of Perry, and Cedar Key, Florida are dealing with.

Thus, I am extremely grateful for my luck in avoiding any destruction from any of the 16 named storms I’ve experienced during my 50+ years of living in Florida.

I’m also grateful that the four earthquakes Brian (former husband) and I experienced while we lived in Oregon spared us and all of our friends. No one we knew had horrible property or person damage.

As usual, I am grateful to have shelter, food, clothing, water, electricity, phone service, employment, and funds that, while are not sufficient to pay all my bills, are a number greater than zero. I’m also grateful that the number of hours I’ve been scheduled over the last couple of weeks, has been over 30.

More than anything else, I am eternally grateful for all the wonderful, generous, loving people I have in my life. Thank you for being here for me.