How often does someone send you money? Not often, I guess. That’s why I’m flaggergasted. For each of the first three days of this month, I have received a check in the mail. The amounts only add up to a few hundred, but each one gives me little lift. Today I received notice that Capital One has a rebate check waiting; last week I received a refund from an old Bank of America account, and my electric company thinks I deserve $25 for being such a loyal customer.
That got me thinking: maybe there’s more money our there. I searched my name on the internet, and behold, my old insurance company Aetna owes me $100+, as long as i can prove I used to live at the old address. I have no idea how much more than $100 I am owed, but can’t wait to find out. Looking up my friend N’s name, I found Powell’s Books has a check for her. She left for Japan, so I hope they can write it in yen. I’m beginning to think maybe “there’s gold in them thar hills”.
How quickly my mood has changed! Just a week ago, I was stressing over how to meet some large upcoming expenses. I had started adding up the mountain of cost… a new house, a wife with expensive tastes, two or three more kids, school and college expenses, health insurance. But today I have some faith again.
I pay most of my bills online. But for now, at least, I will keep checking the mailbox for some good news. If you owe me money–you know who you are!–then send it today. There’s more than 20 days left in the month and I don’t want to break my good luck streak. If I get a few more donations, I’ll have enough to go visit my mother. She’s over 80 already, I calculate, but not suffering as she has all those nurses to take care of her. She gives them her a little peck on the cheek when she wants them to do something special for her. At Christmas time, she splashes small gifts around the hospice and among the other cancer patients. I’d send her something, but she’d only give it away with everything else.
It’s almost the end of the month. I found a hoard of foreign currency I had forgotten about. I’ll cash most of it next time I’m near the airport. I have to show my Soc Sec card to get the money from Capitol One, but lost it years ago. I’m applying again. But here’s the big news–my mother was slowly dying, it seems. I know you’ll think I’m a terrible person if I mention it, but notice of the funeral just arrived in the mail, along with a copy of her will from the estate manager. It was dated beginning of the month. I’m going to get almost half of her estate. Should I tell the kids their grandma is dead? (495)