I went to Boise for my appt at the kidney clinic and then my driver got me lunch.
I've known her over 25 years, she was my worker at the mental health clinic and is retired, sorta family.
We had gotten two water cups so the dogs had some and she accidentally spilled one into my cup of fries and started to bawl. I could not understand why for a while.
So she took me to the VA Cemetery to see my dad and uncle's plots in the urn walls. But she had her mouth agape all the way over and back in the first place and eventually I found out the terrible reason.
Not before she split with me to get mom a single rose (mom had a knee replacement that week and wasn't too mobile) and doubled back to see her.
She LOST 100 GRAND when the DJIA lost 2,998 points, and only 1000 or so have come back I just learned on this computer...that was a huge chunk of her retirement!
DAMN. I have no clue about these things. I didn't know things were that heavily vested. She worked at that clinic for over 30 years and got her degree in the 70s because she wanted to help her moderately schizophenic youngest daughter and she also endured her husband quitting drinking and she knew the systems inside and out to the point where they had to find others and get them to take the burdens off her so much. It was like her life. So again, OMFG...and I think I taught her it was okay to say F--K over the years now and then
Now I've lived on my budget for over 20 years as best as I could and got to where I had leftovers for my wants, but I know I'm not so normal. I sold my last car in 2006, that mom sold me for $1.06 (sales tax, the lawyer insisted) because I had nearly $2000 in debt to pay from running it and I had already gone bankrupt in 1995...it HURT to sell that car but I had to be RESPONSIBLE.
Nothing happening to me right now is all that important.
I felt so bad I had to call mom at 11 pm and talk. She doesn't get back to sleep so well though, probably had to do with dad being a volunteer fireman in our small town and the fire siren that called the firemen to the station. She got maybe a third back yesterday but the market ia nor reliable to live on.
But I had better go feed the cat. I don't want her to starve.