the occupants start moving in their possessions. At first, it's not difficult at all to find stuff - the young newlyweds really don't have alot in their starter home. The closet and the dresser in the couple's bedroom is room enough, and some, to store their clothing and shoes. The modest kitchen is more than adequate to store their cookware. The diningroom hutch doesn't have much in it, period. The bride looks forward to filling it with english bone china, but that's not going to happen for awhile - soon there will be three, instead of two, living in their modest home.
Ten years, and a built on room later, there's four people living in that house - number five is on the way. Still adequate room for the family. They are neat people, keeping what they need, donating or throwing away what they no longer use.
Another thirty years has gone by. In that time, the house has grown by another add-on, plus the attic had been made into a play room. The race-car set still sits on the table, and the dolls on a shelf. Over the years, a few boxes have been brought up to that space. While the grandkids go up sometimes, gram and gramps, not so much - even though an extra railing had been added to each if the home's three staircases.
Another ten years has gone by. Parked in the driveway, is an auctioneer's truck. The couple has sold (for not much more than a song) some furniture - of REAL wood, but nobody cares about that sort of stuff anymore. Digressing here, but with modern day month to month (weirdo) living arrangements, cheesy, cheesy plastic furniture is easy to leave behind, when the (weidro) shack-up suddenly breaks up.
Anyway, the aged couple didn't want to part with any of it, but being of sound mind, the extra cash would help pay this year's (ever increasing) property tax - ya know, the tax they keep paying on a house that was paid off like some 25 years ago...tax money that goes to teach kids that evolution is fact, and that being a perv is okay. Never mind, that simply making change from a purchase of $7.57 from a $20 requires the cash register to calculate the $12.43. Btw, back in the day, Mrs. Frank over at Murphy's told us clerks to simply count up.
The couple, being in their 70s, do things slower, but contrary to the "well meaning" noseys, they are doing fine living in and maintaining the house and the few acres surrounding it. Sure, they hire help, and budget accordingly to have that help.
Meanwhile the noseys continue their efforts (in person, and through media) to invade the old couple's boundaries with the usual unsolicited (and very needless) advice about how old people are this and and should or shouldn't do this and that.
It's like worldlings want us stupid. Of course they do, they want us freaking gone - so they can squander our stuff (on ugly, stupid tats and gambling)...the stuff we oollld people worked, scrimped and $aved for, and took care of, over the years.
Time to get to work...yeah i know, an old people thing.
Old people won't be living like that soon. That's what boomers don't get. Gen X doesn't even have retirement. My husband has no medical insurance, we used stimulus to buy him a specialist. All that privilege and you don't even see it, the ability to have a house stuffed full and all those things, the children, the grandchildren. I was too sick, but even if I could have had them and wasn't infertile, could I have afforded them or even given them the basics? Full lives with real wood furniture, furniture I never could dream of buying. You ever wonder why the youngsters [well not so young anymore] have plastic crumbling crap? They couldn't buy the real stuff. Also with the tattoos, and drinking and more, when there's no house, or community etc to spend your time with, those efforts get put into other things. I got tired in the Christian world, of everyone expecting me to live like a boomer, the reality presented didn't even fit my economic world. You call people weirdos who live month to month, what part of they don't have money you do not get? People need money for those nice houses, the family life, the suburban, nice wooden hutch and dining room chair lives. You don't even realize what's been done to the young [Gen X and below] do you. I've needed a new couch for years, I chose doctor for husband instead. I don't understand why oldsters like yourself have no empathy for the young. I guess you were all brainwashed that it's all the young people's fault they are poor and have nothing. My husband was a journalist, even author of books, me a teacher, we still ended up dirt poor. You just don't get it and I don't think ever will and this is why your votes keep destroying our lives and your churches spit on the poor.
ReplyDeleteDear Peeps, maybe it's just me, but i remember when newspapers had interesting articles - now it's just (leftist) newsbytes. The newspapers used to actually detail somewhat, what NASA was up to. And the science articles actually had a few paragraphs to them. The Sunday paper used to be a treat, now the living section only posts things that the wealthy 10% (if even that) are interested in. It's like the articles are specifically designed to honk off the rest of the 90-some%. And yeah i get it: ya want to keep your newspaper job? you write the rubbish that the two-legged reptiles tell ya to write. Needless to say, it isn't often i bother to spend the 2.50 for the mid-week edition - or the $5 sunday.
ReplyDeletePaul took serious issue with the financially secure scowling down the poor - and not even sharing their plentiful food - aw comeon, not even a few corn muffins? Guess things haven't changed all that much over the past 2,000 years.