Now I have finished my holiday posts, I forget how to write something to publish daily that is not written much in advance and full of photos.
Work is absolutely awful at the moment. You cannot imagine the stress I have been under. Tuesday night, four hours sleep. Wednesday 3.5 hours. Thursday night a bit better with 6 hours. Tossing and turning, super hot body temperature in bed to the point where I get woken up. When can I retire? Oh, I am too young and I don't have enough money.
Yesterday was Little Jo's 7th birthday. We called her and she was getting her hair cut at a salon and we sang happy birthday to her over the phone. She was screaming, so Sister told us later. Oh, what have we done? Screaming in delight, apparently. Sister and Little Jo called in last Tuesday, just when my work issues began and I was less than my cheerful self, but we had bought her an animated toy dinosaur, a dinosaur birthday card and a dvd.
Mother is nearly dead from a bad cold. She has played it long and hard, for three weeks. We took her to the doctor last Sunday when we visited her, and then again when R did his duty of taking Mother out on Thursday, she was back at the doctors with another appointment, just for a check. R felt like slapping her. If the Abbott's $7 surcharge would dissuade her from visiting the doctor for what are really old age issues and for which there is no cure, maybe the $7 is not a bad thing. She doesn't seem to be doing so badly with money now, and pays $50 towards the electricity account each fortnight, which will repay what she owes and manage what she is now using.
ABI Brother (acquired brain injury) has once again got himself mixed up in some crazy investment, Townsville off the plan property, apparently. We had to in the past bail him out of a Henry Kaye scheme. We can only offer advice. I have spoken to him on the phone, written him two letters and while Sister was away in Darwin, once home and I told her, she and Bone Doctor said it was crazy. Bone Doctor's grandmother lives in Townsville. The locally knowledgeable Bone Doctor called ABI Brother and told him of the pitfalls. Sister did too. We were all called by the property manager as to why we were dissuading him and drilled to the point where we all thought it would be a good investment. The essence is ABI Brother owns his own home, can afford a reasonable car and holidays. He has done well, given his injuries. He is putting all that at risk by effectively borrowing half a million dollars to buy an outer suburban Townsville off the plan property. We have all given him strong advice, but at the end of the day, it is his decision. He is 54 years old. Earns a minimum income, and not a particularly secure one. Also, his brain does't not function as well as it should, he hears tax savings, and he is interested. Only have to pay $50 per week after tax benefits and rental. We have all expressed our opinions to him, but we can't stop him.
The property spruiker may well be right about the profits to come, and ABI Brother may blame us for his loss.
Hippy Niece has kicked her Maori partner out from Tradie Brother's home after their US holiday. Ah, he is Morman. Now it makes sense. But then they are going out on a date! I despair.
R and I were standing out on the balcony two nights ago. Something bright flew past. I knew not what. What was that, sweetheart? Dunno. We didn't trouble ourselves about it for long. It was Russian space junk. It seemed low on the horizon, it wasn't. It seemed nearby, it wasn't. It was certainly weird. It was quite spectacular but as I said earlier, my mind was focused more on work issues.
If you are poor or rich, no matter. Just offer me sympathy for having to work a crap job that I have done for thirty five years and have to continue to do so for probably another five years just to maintain my lifestyle.
Reverse mortgages I hear you say?