poverty

..............is relative.
But I fear it more than disease or pain. I am sometimes proud to be poor, sometimes ashamed. Sometimes I let it hurt me, but it doesn't have to. I have been briefly homeless and it was a pretty good experience overall, but I fear it ever happening again. I've never been without food for long periods or without a warm coat or hat.
I am rich in love blablabla..... That may be, but I doubt anyone with any money would give it up to be in my position, love or no love.
For the duration of my life so far, my money tank has had a small odd shaped IN hole and a huge, drafty OUT hole.
I suppose I could use this experience instead of hating it all the time.
I think that it could be fun....never knowing how enough money is going to come in to satify the gas and electric company, the county, the township, the village, the mortgage company, the student loan people, the grocery store, the credit card companies, the phone company, the internet service provider......ect. It's like a game. Rich people only have to think about where their next trip will be or what new restaurant to patronize or what new clothes to buy or how to handle their money so that they have infinitely more. How stupid and boring.
My sweet neighbors just stopped over to give us a christmas card and cookies.
See? Who needs money when you have cookies?

I was thinking yesterday about the word "husband" Originally it comes from "house-bound" as in when you find a wife, you move in with her family and are tied to her land and animals and dwelling place....hence the meaning of "husbandry"
But, it doesn't even remotely mean that anymore to anyone I know. More often it is associated with deceit, not living up to expectations, being tied down, dirty laundry and unappreciativeness. A husband brings to mind someone you might pay the bills with, not a lover or a friend. I never thought about all this when I was getting married because it was all about sharing our love with our community and all that hippie love shite. That is how I still see it, by the way. However, I notice that since we legally married, and I use the word husband to refer to Chris in certain situations to avoid confusion, all the bullshit that everyone else attaches to the word gets attached to him.
I am boycotting the word in reference to my own until I see fit. Howdeedoo!