Porthole

End of... things...

I have bought day old bread for years.

No longer.

The owners of Le Petit Outre have decided to only sell "fresh baked goods".

I kept my peace.

Fresh is $4; so I saved $2. Not much?

When the Senior Center upped its lunch price from $4 to $5 that $20 monthly increase wiped out my Social Security cost-of-living increase. No one cared.

Do I sound whiny? After-all, I travel and that means I'm rich!

I can travel because I'm willing to eat day-old-bread.

I manage better on limited income than many who live the "American Dream" of house, car, new clothes, eating-out and fancy entertainment.

So... things end.

I should be thankful. I'm surrounded by used books, second hand clothes, cast-me-downs, on-sale pasta and canned soups.

And photos of my trips and memories.

Recent writings:

Free verse for "My Word": "Offspring of Oblivion (16 lines free verse)" 

For 24 syllables: "All hail the coming elections"  and "Seabird (24 syllables)" . The challenge/contest is going on hiatus.

A political entry in O Pinions: "A sip of coronavirus anyone?" 

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