Spilled milk

Oh! It was a sad day here today.

I’m chalking it up to a live and learn day.

I received two half gallons of almond milk from the food pantry the other week. Since I’d already bought a gallon of milk, which was open in the fridge, I decided to freeze the almond milk, as the date on it was about to expire.

I checked the carton for any info on NOT freezing it, but didn’t see any.

So, two days ago, I removed one of the half gallons from the freezer to defrost. The carton had buckled a bit and one of the seams looked ripped enough that the milk would leak as it defrosted. So I put it in a plastic container until it could defrost and be used.

It took forever (!) for that almond milk to defrost. Finally, yesterday, it was liquid in there that I could hear. So I opened it up, but as I looked in, it look “funny.” Kind of like something was floating in there.

I pour it into pitcher and ewwww. Lumps of … stuff. And shreds of it too. Plus something that looked like oil. I shook the container a bit and more of the stuff swirled around inside the carton. Ugh. It was spoiled. Down the commode it went. Damn.

I had no idea how it or when it spoiled. I hoped the second carton wasn’t like the first.

OK, time to try to defrost it.

After a few hours in the sink, in case it leaked, I opened it. Ugh, the same thing. What a waste. I was not very happy.

I still don’t know how it spoiled or why.

I really wanted to have that stuff, as I’d never had any before.  😦

p.s. I won’t post a picture for you this time! Ick.

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SNAP decisions – Things for which to be thankful – The journey continues

I hope you realize by now, that this journey is not a straight-line path, but rather curvy, with loads of diversions to gander upon, plus plenty of little bumps in the road.

But isn’t that life anyway? I don’t think I know anyone who has it smooth and easy every single day. How boring would that be? 🙂

Onward thru the fog (as my friend David says!):

At the end of May 2011, after about five months of on-again, off-again, ever-lengthening absences from the job, the doctor finally decided that a temporary medical leave was needed, to give Jim a break from all the walking.

In August, after being bored out of his mind as a house husband – hey, just because he has MS, that’s no excuse not to tend things in the house; he could rest whenever and however long he needed. I’m no slave driver, ya know! – with the doctor’s OK, Jim and she decided that he should give it a try and go back to work.

That lasted a week. His legs didn’t seem able to handle the stress.

So, in November 2011, Jim went from short-term disability to long term as a state employee. Luckily, as an employee, he had disability insurance benefits that had been paying him since May, though as the time dragged on, payments decreased until their lowest amount, 60 percent of his regular pay, on long term disability.

Of course, there was something that Jim and I didn’t know: disability as a state employee is not the same as being “disabled.” That designation comes from the government and took two more years.

But to our advantage, the state of Virginia initiated Jim’s claims for government-declared disability, which is where we are today. In September, after two denials for Social Security Disability, Jim went to court to state his case. There was also an employment specialist there, who was able to corroborate Jim’s claims about his legs being key to keeping him from being gainfully employed.

After all, what employer will hire someone who is going to be absent from work at least 3-4 day per month?

Even with vacation time and sick leave, the man needs more time off to try to recuperate than any employer I know will allow.

So now you know some of why we live on SNAP benefits right now. At least Jim’s side of the story. I have one too.

I’ve always worked, since I was 16. There were only a few times in my life I didn’t work full time jobs: as a high school/college student, one time each after my daughter and my son were born, and when I returned to school when the kids were older. Though I didn’t work full time, I still did have part time jobs; after all, there was a household to help support. I’ve worked anywhere from one to three part time jobs at one time depending upon the circumstances (while I have been married, to my ex-husband and to Jim) I was able to do one part time job. While I was a single mom for 9 years, one holiday season in 1995, I worked three part time jobs to make ends meet. (Luckily, I still had a secret Santa, who made sure my kids had a Christmas tree that year and arranged for my December mortgage payment to be paid).

But since a few months after I graduated from UNF in Jacksonville, I’ve worked full time, and a few times, more than full time in order to make sure the jobs I was doing got done.

Until November 2012.

I was working as an assistant features editor at an area newspaper, but for years (since before I returned to school) had always dreamed of working for myself. Situations conspired in order for me to take that leap of faith, so, I did.

Unfortunately, though the Universe was giving me signs of positivity in my endeavor, Jim’s MS had silently been at work on him, and though I had all intentions of going full speed ahead, I had to throttle down to tend our family “business,” which was getting ready to kick into high gear, financially.

Oh, we’d had a few financial hiccups prior to my going it on my own, but because I’d not been at home because of the 9-5 grind, I had no idea how much things had gone downhill with my life partner and his ability to assist.

So, now as his 3/4 time caretaker, I work part time, again – just enough to get assistance with medical care for myself (he’s all taken care of now) through our local hospital and local free clinic, $4 Rxs from the Big Box store and free Rxs through drug company patient assistance programs.

So is it worth it?

I guess some people might think it’s an enviable lifestyle to stay home, work part time (on outside jobs) mostly from home and have the government support us to a certain extent.

But I can tell you, I’d rather have my husband healthy again, not in constant pain, losing his memory and physical strength, with only 60 percent or so of his earned pay. We were finally getting to the point of most middle-aged families, where they’ve been paying off bills and are beginning to see the light at the end of their tunnels.

But no more. Not now, at least. And definitely not without so much more added stress on me than ever before.

So until something changes for the better, we’ll have to learn to do without everything. And continue to live for now. We’ve both paid into the system for when the benefits were needed. It just happens to be sooner than we expected.

our home   our home: it’s not a castle, but working on making this mobile home ours.

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I might be in a movie

Thursday, my neighbor friend and I went to a local food pantry. There’s bunches of them around here.

Anyway, while we were there, a tall, thin woman came up to me and said she worked for the area food bank (Blue Ridge Area Food Bank) and asked if she could take pictures of me going through the line.

Since I’ve worked on food bank stories and also included them in other stories I’ve written about food prices or the kids at the Boys and Girls Club, I asked her name (I know their PR person professionally).

It turned out to be her, Ruth Jones. I introduced myself (we’ve never actually met though we’ve collaborated together on the stories I mentioned). I think I shocked her. LOL 😀

All I could hear in my mind, when she stepped back a moment was, “Huh? What’s SHE doing here?”

I told her, sure she could follow me around – it’s just a run about 25 or 30 feet or so, with volunteers from the United Methodist Church putting foodstuffs on a cart for the people.

She followed me out to my friend’s car (we carpool to save gas), while she snapped pictures or videotaped my helper load up the groceries into the back seat.

Then it was time to say goodbye. I told her to send me some good photos.

Ruth looked like she felt bad for me; I don’t know if she did. But she said she wants to work together soon.

I’m figuring to help out the food bank.

That would be cool.

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