How I hate you! How I need you! How I wish I had a big giant huge humungous pile of you that I could rely on for the rest of my life!
I’m a pretty typical modern human. I need money. But I refuse to bow down to the crass need for said money.
Here’s the thing. I loved having a career where helping children was more important than getting rich. I loved living modestly but comfortably.
I was proud of those years when I saved up for a pair of 6 dollar sneakers for the boys. I lived frugally, and I made do. I bought whole chickens and roasted them and served them to the family. Then I boiled the bones for soup and chicken pot pie. I reused my ziploc bags. I bought one pair of jeans a year and used them until the knees wore out.
But here I am, supposedly in my golden years. I
was pushed out left teaching much earlier than I should have. So my pension is way less than it should have been.
And I need money.
And you can’t make money staying home and being a nice older lady and reading a lot and cooking for your dogs. I know. Crazy, huh? Why can’t I make a decent living by keeping my leather sofa basically dirt free?
So. Here I am.
Faced with a dilemma.
I need to earn my keep. I’d love to think I could write the Great American Novel, but I’m not completely delusional.
I have chosen a slightly easier path.
I am going to accept ads on my blog.
Please don’t throw tomatoes! Please don’t stop coming here to read my wonderfully pithy insights! I couldn’t help myself. I may be a huge supporter of Bernie Sanders and a confirmed Socialist, but a person’s gotta eat, right? And so do her dogs.
So I’ll keep on writing, and I’ll keep on lighting up with joy every time one of you tells me that you read my words. But sometimes I’ll include a little promo for a product or two. Or three.
What can I say? Capitalism has won this round.
But I’m still planning to wear my Bernie shirt every single time I leave my house.