Where is my suitcase?
When I was a younger my stepfather would often say that the problem with me is that I am always waiting for a suitcase to show up and solve all my problems. He was referring to a suitcase of money which would magically transform my life.
I need that suitcase more than ever now. I was awake at 3.30 am again, fretting about money. As I lay there thinking about the overdraft and the school fees to be paid and the mortgage due to go out tomorrow I could literally feel my hair going grey. Older friends of mine tell me this is economically the worst time in one’s life. Never again are we going to have such financial pressures and so little money. Obviously they’re right; once my suitcase shows up we’ll be fine.
On a brighter note, Olivia has declared that she wants to be a ballerina when she grows up. “It’s my dream,” she told me last night. We watched some scenes from Swan Lake together and I asked her how she thought she was going to be able to remain frozen in one position as a member of the corps de ballet. She cannot stand or sit still for more than three seconds. I know this because I have tested her. It’s physically impossible.
“Oh, I won’t need to stand still,” she said. “I’m going to be the one at the front.” . This is not a girl waiting for a suitcase……
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
24 Jan 2008 helena
Helena,
I’ll bet any amount of money that your husband does not lay awake worrying about money. Neither does mine. I am left alone to worry about the bills that are due and how we will eat next week. I don’t remember my parents ever being this hard-pressed. Not that they aren’t generous if we need help, but I hate to keep asking for it. I keep wondering what am I doing wrong. It is a brutal economy and there is no job security.
Sharyn G
I also am awaiting my suitcase and have been since I was a teenager!
Actually, what with inflation and children and a mortgage and a hungry cat, I am now waiting for my TRUNK of money to show up. Make that trunks.