I’m not going to lie to you. Things have not been great this year. My husband lost his full time job over a year ago and we have been scraping by on project and freelance work ever since. A lot has changed.
I don’t go to movies or out to dinner, pretty much ever. The cleaning woman comes half as often as she used to. No more Poland Spring deliveries. I just cancelled my YMCA membership.
We still have an guy come mow the lawn because 1. We don’t have a lawnmower and 2. He is so dang cheap. If it were left to us, it would never get done. But I rarely buy clothes. No pedicures or waxing of any kind. Haircuts, only when absolutely necessary.
We haven’t replaced the broken vacuum cleaner – using instead the hundred-year-old Electrolux that had been relegated to basement use only. We’ve left our over-priced accountant, my excellent (but expensive) shrink, and barely go on vacations ever to anywhere.
However, I still play tennis at least twice a week. Three times on a good week.
Tennis is my meditation and my salvation. It is the single thing I look forward to week in and week out. Indoor court time does not come cheap, but the whole family agrees: Mom needs her tennis.
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