but it burns, burns, burns
My husband was self-employed. I worked outside the home. (we are both retired now.)
Yes, my job provided us with some luxuries. We enjoyed having fresh fruit and leaner cuts of meat on our table, but my job also allowed us to pay for medical insurance. Child care was very expensive, too, so we stopped at only one child.
If the US had universal health care, then the country might return to having more single income families again. There are benefits to both ways of living.
The key is seeing and finding those benefits in individual circumstances, not denigrating others for what you believe are faults.
Sigh. The wannabe are always the worst.
That’s been done. What goes around, streaks around.
“….Well, sometimes we’d travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.” Excerpt from ‘Paradise’ by John Prine, 1971
As usual, Mr. Prine nailed it.
Sea gulls own the dump here, and we are hours away from the ocean.
The fire department may not come if you haven’t paid your dues.
Poor LDL. His windshield wiper is on the wrong end.
Collecting is as instinctive as feathering a nest. We are all crows in our hearts and many of us are smitten by shiny baubles.
Like anything else, there are just as many who would exploit that instinct in others, be it for diamonds or dogs, rare books or beanie babies.
You can still spend them… as quarters. You can’t put beanie babies in a parking meter.