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Every third Sunday, there is a food
bank at the church in the little town where I live. There are two households in
my house. My son and I make up one household and our unrelated housemate makes
up the other. As Thanksgiving is coming up, each household got a turkey.
A giant turkey.
An eighteen-pound turkey.
I will be slow-roasting one of the turkeys
all day and overnight starting at about noon tomorrow. Then early Thursday
morning, my son and I will make the approximately 125-mile drive to my mother’s
house. We will have a Thanksgiving lunch, and then my son and I will head home
with a butt-ton of leftover turkey.
The food bank is a wonderful
resource. I’ve heard people tell bad stories about food bank volunteers. One of
my neighbors in the mobile home park where I used to live said that when she
went to the food bank, one of the volunteers said to her: “why do you need to
come here when you drive a car like that?”
She had a new car because her mother
had given it to her.
The food bank where I live does not
ask for proof of income. The food is surplus donated by grocery stores. It
would be thrown out if it wasn’t given to people.
Today is Tuesday.
I went to the psychological
evaluation part of my disability determination process.
I’ve been accused of being a space
cadet, but it’s pretty certain that I don’t have dementia.
I do have depression and anxiety. I’ve
had those pretty much my entire life. However, the reason I applied for
disability is more because of my physical malfunctions than my psychological
aberrations.
I have a lawyer, so I hope that will
work in my favor. Because I’ve spent almost everything and am now worried about
paying next month’s bills.
That’s 369 words
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celebrate such.
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