I am not a fan of Halloween unlike my oldest who loves it and did all sorts of decorations. After he got everything up, much of which you can’t see here¸ he got me into posing with “Grimm.” I had to indulge him as this is his favorite time of year. It beats Christmas, his birthday and everything else all rolled together.
But, while he is into Halloween, getting scared, slasher movies, the whole nine yards, I have never liked it at all. Even as a kid, I didn’t like it. I have always found real life to be plenty scary enough without wanting to be scared for fun. I never understood the thrill of having the undead live, walls that leak blood, entities that come from another dimension and take over the body, etc. Real life seemed to provide all the scaring I ever needed and then some.
That certainly was the case this Halloween as it seemed certain we were not going to make the rent. I have always been terrified of being homeless. I don’t know why. I wasn’t as a kid ever homeless and I don’t think I ever knew anyone who was until I hit college in the early 80s. At that time I knew several folks who, despite working like crazy, could not manage to get their own place and as a result lived out of their cars. So, it wasn’t like I personally ever experienced it, but the fear of being homeless always lurked in the back of my mind even when I had a job with a steady income.
These days I have none of that and the fear is a constant one. Made worse by Sandi being home on unpaid medical leave and lots of other things going on here. Things have been bad for a long time and that contributes to stress and everything else. So, it is vicious circle.
I truly believed yesterday morning that we were done. Things looked hopeless and I started packing to get rid of things and making arrangements to take over the blog, a couple of writing groups I run through yahoo, and various other things. My oldest started calling a few of his friends to see if there was anyway his brother, a High School Senior, could move in with them so that he could stay in school.
As the day wore out the tide seemed to change a little bit. The hours passed and then the donations started from as far away as Australia. The fact that anybody cared enough to help yesterday, let alone all along these many past months, boggles my mind. The fact that folks in Australia, half a world away, who don’t know me at all would donate to some fat guy living in Texas causes my brain to split apart and smoke on the floor. Because so many chipped in at the last minute we have enough to pay the rent as soon as PayPal finally gets everything moved over.
All I can say is thank you! Thank you from all of us. We appreciate the words of support, the donations, the prayers, etc. and it means an awful lot to us. More than you will ever know. The fact that I could tell everyone here by late yesterday afternoon that everything would be okay once PayPal moved the money was a huge relief. Not to just me but to everyone here. Theoretically I am a writer and should be able to fully express that sentiment, but I can’t. Words fail me.
Also, a very special thank you to the several folks who have ordered items from Sandi’s craft store over at http://www.ioffer.com/users/sanditipple As I have mentioned before, crafts are a key part of her therapy coming back from her end of July strokes and also help her manage stress. Having a few sales is huge and impacts her mood greatly. With help from us, she got a bunch of new items listed on the site yesterday. Most are holiday/Christmas items but she also has baby blankets, stuffed animals, etc.
So, thank you one and all. You have taken quite a bit of the terror out of this Halloween for us and I thank you one and all. Can’t tell you how grateful we all are.