Friday, June 1, 1984

CHAPTER 6, JUNE

I finished getting ready for the garage sale, and put an advertisement for the sale in the newspaper. When Steve got home from work, he helped me straighten a bed frame for the twin bed I want to sell. I'm sore everywhere.

I need to shampoo the hall, back bedroom and bath carpet as soon as they dry out. I am sick of plumbing problems and wet carpets. I'm also sick of roofing and ceiling problems. This slumlord wishes she didn't own any property, didn't have to deal with our Great Gas God, the water company, the phone company, the repairmen, the tax man, government, etc. Why is the economy so crazy that I can't get out from under all these problems.! What the hell have I worked the last twenty-five years for? Where's my freedom? Why is this country so screwed up that I can't get free? All these possessions are nothing but a financial repair headache, and I'm in a cage that I only partially manufactured. Who could have imagined twenty-five years ago that the American Dream would become a nightmare in 1984 and the previous few years too, with no exits, just more and more of the same.