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MY FALL… EXCUSE ME MY jump Saturday afternoon seems to have knocked me out of my depression. I guess there are different depths to rock bottom and I hit this one when I jumped off that wall. I hope you could tell from yesterday’s post that I was actually feeling pretty good despite the aches and pains. Whatever the reason, I feel great (mentally).
I was out for coffee Sunday morning and spent most of the rest of the warm, humid day indoors trimming a couple of plants and rearranging things a bit (only things I could do without using my sore left hand), and stretching my bruised and battered body, which is something I should do a few times a day whether or not it’s bruised and battered.
I DIDN’T MENTION THAT at the beginning of my walk Saturday I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up my renewed prescriptions and to get my money back for the two prescriptions that hadn’t been renewed in time the other day when I picked them up and paid for them. It was so easy. Instead of the €67.90 euros I had paid, I only had to pay €7.04, which meant I received a more than €60 refund. When I told San Geraldo, he commented in his typical fashion, “You need to go buy yourself something with that money!”
When we lived in Santa Barbara and still shared one computer, we decided to treat ourselves to a new huge display monitor. We spent $899. When we got it home, we discovered it wasn’t compatible with our already outdated Mac. So we exchanged it for a smaller $299 monitor. San Geraldo said, “We just saved $600! What should we do with it?” I don’t remember what we did. But we did spend it. That’s how we roll.
In the mid 1990s, a very dear, wonderful friend of ours, Joan, with whom SG had been friends since graduate school in the ’70s, was having money troubles. She had a checking account with over-draft protection. Her credit card was directly linked to the account. Whenever she charged something and her account was short on funds (always), the bank would simply add another $100 to her account to cover it — of course, at usurious rates. She asked us, “How could I be in debt when they give me more money every month!” San Geraldo, of all people, had to explain it to her.
As Slushee (click to meet her) recently said:
“Apparently rock bottom has a basement.”
MI CAÍDA … EXCÚSAME MI SALTO sábado por la tarde parece haberme sacado de mi depresión. Supongo que hay diferentes profundidades para tocar fondo y golpeé esta cuando salté de esa pared. Espero que sepas por la publicación de ayer que realmente me sentía bastante bien a pesar de los dolores y molestias. Cualquiera sea la razón, me siento genial (mentalmente).
Salí a tomar un café el domingo por la mañana y pasé la mayor parte del resto del día cálido y húmedo en el interior podando unas plantas y reorganizando un poco (solo cosas que podía hacer sin usar la mano izquierda adolorida), y estirando mi magullado y maltratado cuerpo, que es algo que debo hacer varias veces al día, ya sea que esté magullado o maltratado.
No lo mencioné, al comienzo de mi caminata el sábado me detuve en la farmacia para recoger mis recetas renovadas y recuperar mi dinero por las dos recetas que no habían sido renovadas a tiempo el otro día cuando las recogí y pagó por ellos. Fue muy facil. En lugar de los € 67.90 que había pagado, solo tenía que pagar € 7.04, lo que significaba que recibí un reembolso de más de € 60. Cuando le dije a San Geraldo, comentó a su manera típica: “¡Tienes que ir a comprarte algo con ese dinero!”
Cuando vivíamos en Santa Bárbara y aún compartíamos un ordenador, decidimos regalarnos una nueva pantalla enorme. Gastamos $ 899. Cuando llegamos a casa, descubrimos que no era compatible con nuestra Mac ya desactualizada. Así que lo cambiamos por un pantalla más pequeña de $ 299. San Geraldo dijo: “¡Acabamos de ahorrar $ 600! ¿Qué deberíamos hacer con él?” No recuerdo lo que hicimos. Pero lo gastamos. Así es como nosotros lo hacemos.
A mediados de la década de 1990, una muy querida y maravillosa amiga nuestra, Joan, con quien SG había sido amigo desde la universidad de posgrado en los años 70, estaba teniendo problemas de dinero. Tenía una cuenta corriente con protección contra sobregiro. Su tarjeta de crédito estaba directamente vinculada a la cuenta. Cada vez que cobraba algo y su cuenta carecía de fondos (siempre), el banco simplemente agregaba otros $ 100 a su cuenta para cubrirlo, por supuesto, a tasas usuradas. Ella nos preguntó: “¿Cómo podría estar en deuda cuando me dan más dinero cada mes!” San Geraldo, de todas las personas, tuvo que explicárselo.
Como Slushee (haz clic para conocerla) dijo recientemente:
“Aparentemente el fondo de roca tiene un sótano”.
You might remember “the wall” from a post from last year (click here). The section from which I jumped, was lower in height by that one partial bottom brick. So you could say I was one brick short of a full load.
Quizás recuerdes “el muro” de una entrada del año pasado (haz clic aquí). La sección de la que salté era más baja en altura por ese ladrillo de fondo parcial. Entonces se podría decir que “me faltaba un ladrillo para una carga completa” (que en inglés significa una persona no muy inteligente o de capacidad mental cuestionable).
30 thoughts on “Rock bottom, easy money / Tocar fondo, dinero fácil”
So there is a ‘positive’ outcome from your jump!
Funny, eh, how things prioritize themselves.
Love that surreal photo…..very sci-fi looking.
My mood is better and I know never to convince myself to do that jump again. Two positive outcomes. Oh, and my hand is now very colorful (black, blue, purple, green)… so THREE positive(?) outcomes. I had come off the beach and looked back from the paseo. Glad I caught that shot when I did. The glow from the leaves and their uniforms in that sunrise glare. Wow.
keeping the beach clean. and DUDO PIX!
They really do take great care of the beach and the city. But that scene in that light was kind of mystical.
Good to hear you are feeling better. That is a tall wall, makes my feet hurt just thinking about it. A friend once said, “how can I be overdrawn, I still have checks left.”
I sent Joan a card with that sentiment at that time! I love it. Yeah, that is a tall wall. I clearly was not thinking straight (or at all).
The cats say you should spend that money on THEM.
And who could argue with that? Who would DARE!
Certainly not the cats. Although they’re so much less shallow than all that. They’d take attention over gifts any day.
They’ve already got 3 kitty condos and enough toys for a cat shelter. They’re happy with attention and nothing more… other than treats and someone to play with the toys with them… and, OK, something new to keep things interesting. I’m off to pet supply with my 60 euros.
Glad you’re out of your depression, Scoot. I love that wall picture of SG. When it comes to money, y’all seem to roll the way we do. Be afraid. Be very afraid 🙂 I now have that Wynonna song in my head. It’s a good thing I like that one.
“When you hit rock bottom there’s just one way to go, straight up or sideways.” Once again, rambling mode.
I don’t know that Wynona song. So, I’ll be off momentarily to check it out. SG is 30 pounds lighter since that wall picture. He still couldn’t pull himself up, but at least someone (not me) could easily give him a boost.
Hell, the cats and San Geraldo looks so cuddly, I don’t even know why you leave the house tootes!
I wouldn’t want SG to get sick of me. The cats, on the other hand, would be perfectly happy if neither one of us ever left the house.
Well, I’m glad the shock of your jump had a fringe benefit if it’s made you feel better psychologically. Maybe you needed the excitement of a challenge! I love that photo of the workers on the beach. It IS kind of surreal.
I’ll have to find safer challenges in future. What amazes me is that I jumped off a curb the other day, landing on my left feet, and nearly howled (and nearly fell over). You’d think I might have remembered that when I looked at the wall.
Knocked you into a good mood? Well, at least something good came out of that misbegotten move.
I can’t believe I actually made (well attempted to make) that jump. It had to have been a brain fart.
So you did fall up after all! I bet SG could hop up on the wall now. I think Dudo is cringing at false monetary logic.
I stared at that picture of SG from last year and wondered the same thing. 30 pounds lighter. At least he wouldn’t be dumb enough to stand on the wall and jump down… even when he was 12. I think Dudo was saying: I’m resting. You and your camera need to find somewhere else to be.
Well you do have a lot of adventures, as my doctor once said to me, to my horror I might ad, You are not 20 anymore. Be well and enjoy the beach and your walks.
My doctor told me the same thing once. And my reply was he really needed to get his glasses checked.
LOL!!! good reply.
Your reaction was kinder than mine would be.
I would have wanted to punch that doctor.
Oh,no medical professional are just giving an opinion to shake us up a bit. LOL!!!!! Yep I know what you mean. I got that from my dentist also. Not funny.
Glad you are feeling better and that jump cause more havoc with your body!
Maybe I should jump off walls more often. (Maybe not.)
SG wall picture…happy memories with dear friends ❤
I went over that entire post a couple of times yesterday. We sure do miss you!