The (Pity) Party is Over

It was rainy and cloudy most of the day. Cold too, especially towards evening.

I needed to get leaves picked up before freezing and cold sets in, which is tomorrow, so I'm out in the pouring rain raking leaves. Actually shoveling leaves.

There are still leaves on the tree in the backyard, so I'm not finished.

I would have done this earlier, but I was in Jordan baby sitting a number of spoiled and unappreciative people.

I'd rather be raking leaves in the freezing rain.

Friday, I threw a pity party for myself. I was complaining about being alone, and how I don't understand how Drew Peterson, a suburb cop here accused of offing the last two of his four wives, can even have four wives. I got to thinking I am really, and have really been doing, something wrong all my life.

Oh, well.

Pity party is over.

I've got some hard choices ahead.

I've been reading up on health insurance in Consumer Reports. One guy I read about had insurance premiums of $4200 dollars a month, and his medical problem was hypertension.

Fact is, I'm screwed.

Most self-employed people are screwed once they reach a certain age.

My choice is to find a job with Starbucks, Home Depot or Wall-Mart, or someplace that will pay part-timers health insurance, or to pay ever increasing amounts of health insurance premiums and not eat.

In fact, I may have to leave the work I've done for almost thirty years and try to find something different, only because of health insurance. I can't get it though the state because I am not indigent. I will go broke paying it on my own.

And I'm worried about having somebody in the house to talk to? Why? If I end up with monthly health insurance premiums of $4200 I won't have a house.