This week has been so busy for us. I still can’t seem to get caught up from being out of town last week on vacation. The laundry pile is growing, the fold pile is also growing, and there are projects sitting all around the house yet to be completed. And to top it off, my satellite receiver broke at the beginning of the week, and we didn’t get the new one until yesterday. Then I didn’t get it working till after an hour with some guy in India that finally after the language barrier, and me saying excuse me a million times, finally transferred me to an American so I could get it working. Now, normally, I would love to be without television. If it were a year ago, we could watch t.v. by antenna, and it would have been no problem. If we didn’t live in such an urban bad neighborhood, we could play outside and enjoy being without technology. But because we live in an unofficial retirement community, with our neighbors terrorizing and harassing us almost every day, a new head shop with visible transactions in the parking lot a block away, and crime infested neighborhoods surrounding us, I just don’t leave the house for much. I am beginning to question if living frugally without debt in this house, getting through school, and paying for everything in cash has been worth it. I’m sick of it, I want out. I want that house in the suburbs I can’t afford. I want to be in debt up to my eyeballs. I just want to be like everybody else.
So this house will be up for sale in a year. It’s hard to not start putting things in boxes right now. I’m already making arrangements on what will go with us and if other things are getting donated or given to friends and relatives. Until then, I keep busy cooking, and working on little repairs so the house is ready the first of next year. I am so excited for a change, and although I hate to let anyone think they won, as far as my neighbors thinking they run me off, I just don’t care. I know I’ll have my children, grandchildren and hopefully great grandchildren to surround me in my golden years. I won’t be moving away from it all to Florida when I get old to terrorize the natives because they know how to fix their cars or their homes or talk differently or look different than me. I’ll stay with my family and enjoy them.
So off my soap box, here’s some cheese sticks that are really easy. I make these pretty often, and they are a great comfort food perfect to go along with roasted red pepper tomato soup. The panko used to make these cheese sticks makes them so crunchy and irresistible.