I had one of those ordinary days yesterday. It was a day of tedious tasks, the most tedious of all being paying the bills.
I hate to pay bills for many complex reasons.
I remember listening to my parents fight when it was bill paying time. Dad would get mad and storm out of the house. I had a happy childhood, but this is the one consistently unhappy memory.
Math is not my strength. When I was on my own, I never balanced my checkbook; I just had a general idea of how much money was in the account and went from there. My needs were few. I think I was paying $200 a month for my car and $175 for my studio apartment in a remodeled garage.
But I still hated the process of sitting down and writing out the checks.
The process hasn’t become easier. Now I have a little more money to work with, but I have a lot more places for the money to go. A house is more expensive than an apartment. Four people are harder to feed than one single girl.
Bill paying is a remarkably depressing process.
But I did it yesterday, balanced the checkbook and everything. I figured it all out on my own in my kitchen without a husband to fight with or children to listen in on the arguments.
Best of all, when I was done, there was money left over. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to buy some groceries.
I guess that’s progress.
Since I didn’t leave my house yesterday, my Photo of the Day was taken in the kitchen. I have a fondness for black and white dishes. It started with the hexagon set I bought before I married. My mother bought me the black and white mixing bowl set for a wedding present.
I don’t know why they cheer me up, they just do.