OK I've retired. Now I'm worried about money. I'm running out of the stuff. I get a small bit from the VA and more from Social Security and have a small 401K I haven't tapped yet. I also have a house to sell, but this isn't the time to try and do that. I'd have to cut the price of the place in half to sell it, so it just sits there - vacant.
I also have a mortgage on the new place for about 110 gs. and a second mortgage on top of that to bring it up to something I can use. Everything in the "new place" was circa 1966 and hideous. Among the little items that needed immediate attention was the kitchen. The stove and ovens (two in one) were built ins and strangely built in at that. The ass end of the ovens stuck out in the garage. While the oven worked, the only way to shut it off was to flip the circuit breaker.
The roof was on the downhill side of "bad" and the windows were "shot". You needed props to keep them open when you could even do that. The roof, windows, gutters and a couple of doors have been replaced and the kitchen is moving along. I'm in hopes my mood will improve when I'm not washing dishes in the lime green bathroom sink.
Kathy (my wife) is the only one working and I'm bored stiff sitting at home all day. She pays for the lights, gas and so on. I just have the mortgage payments and food to buy. That doesn't leave a whole lot to blow on luxuries like matching woodwork and wall to wall flooring. The carpet that came with the place is only about 4 years old, but it looks much older. It is showing backing in some places, wrinkling in others and bogs down my chair everywhere it exists. It even exists in the bathrooms which are not "handicapped friendly". The toilets are too low, the sinks too enclosed and the bathtub and shower too high. At the present time, remodeling those ar on the back burner.
I know I'm depressed because all I'm doing is eating and sleeping. I putter around the house all day doing minor projects - Fun things like patching drywall and painting. I can still do ladders and we have one with handrails, but the ceiling is still only half done. I just can't get up the "umph" to finish it.
Oh well, I'm not getting anything done while I'm writting this, so I suppose I should do "something". Just what I'm not sure.




Mike, We all get depressed because we can not do the things we use to but we are alive and loved.
ArlenPull yourself up by the bootstraps and get busy. Make your wife a nice dinner (even if only hot dogs it's the presentation).
Check with the local housing and welfare. Maybe they can help you fix up the house.
Keep your chin up and remember, tomorrow is another day that is the first day of the rest of your life.
Arlen
09:53 PM CST