The big ol' remodeling project that John had started on the house has hit the mother of all snags... the last couple of bills from the contractor have effectively sucked up the last of John's line of credit from the bank, as well as a bit of money from other (legal) sources that I won't mention here. He was in such a bad way when I got home today. asking me "What do you think? (and knowing full well he wasn't talking about what was for dinner).
I'm scared for him because he worked so hard to get the plans and money together for this (and he feels like it's falling so woefully short after putting it off for so many years), and scared because I want to get something together to help him out of this beyond what I've been doing for regular bills. (I might ask my mom, but we'll see...).
In other news, I'm back out walking again - trying to get my mind right about a bunch of things, and hopefully keep the weight down while I'm at it.
I'm scared for him because he worked so hard to get the plans and money together for this (and he feels like it's falling so woefully short after putting it off for so many years), and scared because I want to get something together to help him out of this beyond what I've been doing for regular bills. (I might ask my mom, but we'll see...).
In other news, I'm back out walking again - trying to get my mind right about a bunch of things, and hopefully keep the weight down while I'm at it.