The fever seems to have passed, the annoying sniffles having evolved to a more achy feverish head cold. My immune system probably caught wind of my snarky swine-flu comments. I like to take things personally and assume some sort of malice on the part of my body when I get sick. So after a day of mostly sleeping, I am predictably up and curious about what occasionally sounds like a game of marbles being played overhead. I hear them hit, bounce, and roll. I can't figure out what it might be. Auditory hallucinations?
I had all sorts of posts trapped in my head but with the chills and such couldn't get myself to posting and now I'm afraid, they are gone. It is funny with writing, words fall into place in my head before they get here but if I don't write it down, no matter how hard I try to remember later, it is almost always gone. I had wanted to post on Friday what stirred in me after an encounter with a homeless man who calls me "Mommy" and confessed his drug and alcohol condition to me because he "likes me." His birthday is June 26th, he'll be 41 this year, he sometimes stays at his aunt's house, and was on his way to get some (more) alcohol. Then there was the terribly awkward conversation I had with my sister when she asked me to co-sign for her apartment and I had to tell her no. Later that day she text messages me to tell me she had some out of this world credit score (over 800) and the apartment complex wasn't even going to require a deposit. This from a girl who has managed to overdraw her account at least three times as a result of debit card use at various drive-through take out windows. I've come the the conclusion that she must have paid her bill (cell phone) on time, and because she doesn't have any student loans or car payments (i.e. no liabilities) her score is awesome. I don't know. I'm just trying to make sense of it all but happy to be off the hook. Co-signing is how you end up on judge shows. The series of text messages leading to the phone call were achingly transparent; "What is a guarantor?" "Does that mean co-sign?" Then the phone rang. Ah, family.
4 comments:
I'm the same way with posting. I always have tons of great things running through my head, but if I don't write it down within 5 minutes it's lost forever. I shoudl start carrying a notepad around again.
You were smart not to co-sign. It can be really hard to say no when a close friend or family member asks for legal or financial help, but if worst came to worst the resulting situation would be a thousand times more awkward and unpleasant than the refusal. There are many ways to show support and give help without signing anything. Good for you for sticking to your guns!
Well glad you are starting to feel better and don't have swine flu hallucinations. I personally am afraid to check my credit score...my hubby brought terrible credit into her marriage and I have loads of student loans...the prospect of seeing a number frightens me!
T.
Feel better.
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