It's really rather sad when you skip a week blogging. As soon as I see you've blogged, I rush over for a treat. As expected, I am not disappointed.
I think we all have a story about money, money of one sort or another. We have to. Food, shelter, clothes, medicine--we do not yet live in a Utopia so these must be acquired somehow, with some kind of tender.
Here's my story (won't surprise you). My mother may have been the most frugal person I ever met. Frugal by necessity. If we ran out of food, I had to walk down about a mile and ask my aunt, geographically the nearest relative, if we could 'borrow' a half a box of spaghetti. There were no stores. We lived way out, far from any commerce. So, other than chewing on dirt, my aunt was the resource. And she was bitter. She would make us wait on the step, shut the door in our face and then return with some portion of a box of pasta. Then the long walk home. Nothing to feed the dogs of course. They had to fend for themselves, somehow. There were no leftovers. My aunt was my father's sister and he was a tyrant. I'm sure she didn't dare say no, or she would have. No one wanted to cross my father. Though, how would he ever hear about it, since he never came home? Still, fear ruled her behavior enough to spare a bit of spaghetti.
So...all my sibling are frugal. It is part of our essential fiber. We know poverty and never want to be there again. Perversely, I have no sense of money. It goes through my fingers like water. But I don't crave anything. I don't spend it deliberately. It just doesn't stick to my fingers.
See, another long story. Quite a question @galenkp gave this week.
As for stealing a piggy bank. Why am I not surprised????
I do feel guilty when I don't post at least once a week especially when Mr. G works so tirelessly reading and commenting but sometimes at the witching hour when the page in front of me is full only with drivel, I delete and retire. If I have one fear, it's that I'll bore.
That's quite some spaghetti story and I certainly can't top it:) I don't recall ever being short of food. There was always bread and sugar.
This I could have written myself. I've made so much money over the years but have managed to keep hold of very little of it. It's not that I ever buy anything but it still disappears like dew at sunrise. I do have 1.5 spendthrift siblings though along with an inability to use the word no.
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You're an angel!