Fifteen days. That’s all that’s left until the house goes up for auction. Will I go to the auction? Probably, even though it’ll most likely rip me apart. Morbid fascination will make it impossible to stay away. What a way to start New Year’s Eve.
Last week was absolutely awful. I ran out of heating oil and woke up to a house that was a balmy 49 degrees. No money to buy fuel, so I wrote bad checks to get some. I eventually made enough in tips last weekend to cover the checks, but not until the checks fees were applied, of course. The next day I had frozen water pipes. Apparently, I popped the breaker while I was using electric heaters. Fortunately, that was an easy fix and I had water again in a couple of hours. The day after that ran out of fuel, again. By then I had a bit of cash from a couple of cleaning jobs, so I didn’t have to write more bad checks. Lovely life I’ve created…
If I could, I would leave here today. Just pack up and go. It seems as if I have successfully slipped completely under almost everyone’s radar up here, as no one ever calls or stops by. If I got hurt or ended up incapacitated, chances are no one would even know. Last year people would call, but not anymore. I really have no life up here I now realize, and it’s past time to move on. ‘Bout five more months, then I should be able to sell everything and go. Just gotta get through January and February, the two coldest months up here. Ugh…
