Values

Tomorrow was sort of my D-day. Payments were not adding up and we were going to have to make choices for the month of September. Mortgage, maintenance, credit cards, miscellaneous debts? Which do you pay? When the money keeps bleeding out, where do you apply the tourniquet?

But, Unemployment Benefits came through - a month's worth of payments were finally transferred to my account and are pending. Our renter in NY has also indicated that he will stay - income seems to be coming.

I guess the question still remains, where to make the cut - and it maybe comes down to "what are our goals". Or in one friend's blog, he asked, "What is your passion?" A seemingly irrelevant question in the face of these kind of pressures; and yet, maybe its more relevant then ever. My goal in life isn't simply a good credit score . . . and I suppose it isn't simply to "get a job" . . . but then, what is it?

Our doorbell rang mid-day, and Tolga went to check it out. He told me it was cargo being delivered, I asked if he had signed for it, he said yes, and around the bend came bright beady eyes. So the rest of our day was spent wrestling and playing out the various skits we always play with Zip and Zap. I had to head out mid-afternoon for my first day on my very-part-time job: after-school care for middle school aged kids. We played basketball until 4:30 - when all the kids were picked up, and I went on home to make hamburgers and hashbrowns for the kids, and banana cream pudding with chocolate chips for dessert. It was still hot and so the kids both had ice packs beneath their cups impatiently waiting for the pudding to cool.

Tolga fell asleep in the cubby with Asher, and Owen kept me up telling stories, singing, and telling more stories in spite of his heavy eye lids.

They are both sleeping now: there's nothing like having precious cargo in the house.