Maverick, your words are a breath of fresh air with all your positive and caring posts. Some of us have bruised souls and reading such support helps more than you know.
Vera, if I was walking across the field with a bucket of milk, half of it would slop out before I even got to the poor calf! A bottle is much easier. The calf has a natural instinct to head-butt the mother’s udder…and he does the same thing to the bottle. It’s went flying more than once although now that he’s older, he grabs on to the bottle and doesn’t let go until it’s empty. One head butt and I would be wearing the bucket of milk…and it’s too cold for that.
I’ll be handing over the rest of the cash to the house painter on Tuesday and hope that $900 isn’t too enticing that I would take any of it to the casino. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t risk it but the thought of cash being available is scary. I’ll be glad when it’s gone…to the right place.
Vera, you’ve made some very good points, as always. I don’t think I need a savings in case I want to gamble (and I keep barriers so I can’t get to it). It’s more to make sure I don’t have to charge things, in case the car breaks down, in case a really good deal comes along and my husband wants to buy. I hate ‘asking’ for money from a credit card or person…I hate being/feeling broke. Too many years where gambling kept me destitute and I bought cheap toilet paper and didn’t waste money on paper towels. Talk about living during the ‘depression era’, I have but it’s from my own doing and I don’t want to be that poor again! Now I buy brand name toilet paper and always have paper towels…little things now but big deals when you’re broke.
Just typing all that renews my resolve to not step foot in a casino this weekend.
