I post about not having money so often that it probably looks like we're starving. Social services will be at the door soon.
I have to admit that, like most people in the U.S.A., we spend money when we want to. I'm sure a poor person in Haiti would think that our family is living in the lap of luxury, horribly spend-thrifty on some odd and unnecessary things.
Like the Friends of the Library used book sale last week. This year, I was actually organized enough for me, Fred, and Oldest Child (our fellow book lover) to hit the sale as soon as it opened. We even paid the $7.50 to join Friends of the Library in order to attend the preview sale for FOL members only.
Amelia, age ten, and Francie, age five, went too. Neither of them is book-crazy like their big sister and mom (me) but they added to the pile, especially when they found the used videos.
All together, we spent $91.50, on books (mostly), videos (some) and puzzles (one). Oh, and a few record albums. Individual cost of each item: fifty cents to two or three dollars. Most of the items were either fifty cents or a dollar. We got a lot of stuff.
It was nice. Gave me a happy, safe feeling. I hear some people get this feeling from shopping at the mall or having a basement stocked with canned goods. I get it from a newly-purchased pile of used books. Ahh.
