Living Poor

I feel like I am living poor. My wife is now managing all the finances and any mention of money (like may I have some to buy a book) is often met with a scowl and a lecture. It’s gotten to the point that if I want to purchase music online, I have to wait until she’s has had a pepsi whose cap contains a secret code, redeemable at iTunes. Well, that’s not too bad. I now have two purchased songs in my library now (live version of Pink Floyd’s “On the Turning Away,” and Nickelback’s “Someday,” from their Long Road album).

Last weekend, or perhaps the weekend before, Sherri allowed me to go to the half price book store where I purchased six used books (all in good condition). It actually felt good to buy books again and I suppose there is some feeling of accomplishment if you can go for a while spending no money in order to pay off bills and then be rewarded for your perseverance. Still, I feel as though she treats me like a child. Perhaps she is correct in doing so. I don’t know. But sometime it gets annoying.