Money, and how to get rid of it

Years and years and let's face it YEARS ago, my husband and I looked at our finances seriously, and came to terms with the fact that we owed more on our credit cards than we made in a year, and went to a financial adviser.

He gave us great advice.

Stop using the credit cards, and start paying them off.

I can't believe we needed to pay someone to tell us that.

I got the bill from our one remaining credit card this week. It was for $75.

And so now onto the next financial leap.

Buying a house in Montclair.

It's a buyer's market, they say.
But the last house I saw had a kitchen smaller than the average walk-in closet.  With no counters and only one small cabinet above the stove.

It's a great house if you don't eat.

But I do... eat, that is. Too much even at times. Still, I don't think that having a counter in your kitchen is too much to ask.

I'm difficult that way.

My husband bought me a book about VERY small houses in Japan... I think he's trying to prepare me.

Perhaps my body is telling me something.

I am sitting here with a cold gel wrap around my throbbing wrist, grateful that they make cold gel wraps now, because back in the day when I first blew out my wrist by being a good employee, I had to actually pack ice on my throbbing wrist, which is, let me tell you, not so much fun.

Back then my wrist, arm, shoulder, hand and fingers hurt so bad that I actually went to the doctor, who sent me to physical therapy. Physical therapy made it feel better...while I was there. Almost immediately after each session the pain returned, undaunted. Aspirin, Tylenol, Motrin, vodka, nothing stopped the pain. Finally, after realizing the futility of the physical therapy, I asked the therapist what I could do that would help make the pain go away.

"Quit your job." She said in all seriousness.

Right.

It turns out she was right. It took awhile, but I did quit my job. (With a dramatic flourish, I might add.) And  slowly my right arm became a useful part of my body again, instead of just an enormous vat of pain on a stick masquerading as a body part.

Is there a point here? Uh, not really.

I actually had a post which was not about my arm planned, but you know, the pain and all. So perhaps I'll post it tomorrow, since I am sure that when I wake up I will have use of my arm again.