Can You Hear Me Now? Liars, con men & creeps
When my mother's pension fund sent a notice through of a considerable lowering of her monthly income several months back, it nearly hit dead-on, the expected raise in rates of the nursing home. That sum now equals about $7k per month, without medications or other extras, or her medicare and insurance premiums. We are 3/4 the way through year four now.
lalalalala So many people are STILL not listening. lalalalala Like many other bloggers, I started tuning in and reading through massive financial blogs in order to keep my own head above the sand. Personally I would prefer to have an idea whether or not tomorrow was the day my arse was being blown to smithereens...so I can cover my eyes, or attempt to hobble away with my bad knee joints! Apparently far too many other folks - are in the ostrich category.
Except for Democracy Now! and the world of bloggers, the media by and large are still covering piffle including the latest advice about how to invest your money for retirement. ALL of the people I count as friends, do not have any spare dollars to invest, in anything. Many are early retired and struggling to work out how to keep "some kind of" health insurance - or how to plan for next winter's heating bills. I fall in this category and have lived with being uninsured or under-insured most of my mostly-working life.
The yachts at the club near my building, stayed moored at their slips all Spring and Summer - few ever were out cruising the bay. Most of the Spring and Summer for my friends and family brought a reassessment of current finances and a cutting of most unessential expenditures. I've been shopping at the Dollar Store and Wally World since 2002 when I lost my last job...so I've been ready a long time. However,
Sitting on one's yacht, bobbing about moored at a slip, still beats what July 08 brought to me personally. Through a friend here I was introduced to a man, she thought, she knew well. Divorced, grown children - and a seemingly good sense of humor - he seemed a possible person to date and/or have fun with - back in March that is. It's end of July now and he's done a runner, catching me completely off guard. Since I refuse to be victimized (which is how I feel) I will give him some press here. Women of Maine watch out for a 61 year old man from Scarborough who frequents and buys/sells toys at the flea markets in and around the area. He swore not only that he loved me - but that he would be faithful - and never ever leave me.
He runs on his monthly cash - having no credit cards - and at tax time - did not have his money to pay his taxes. Like the new partner and woman in his life I thought I was - I loaned him the money. Yes - he did pay it back. But I now suspect that is just "part of his routine": to gradually gain the woman's confidence and then, take financial advantage. To me directly, he spoke of other women he had been involved with - including intimate details about them that no one would wish publicized. As his partner, to be told these kinds of details I viewed as very unwell...and I did tell him that because he also seemed to find his revelations about these other women, funny somehow. His habits and behavior was often very coarse and I was trying to steel my way through much of this, thinking he had been alone quite a while.
He habits not only the flea markets but sales and also goes to regular church suppers (often with one of his mature sons) - always trying to find gold or silver to purchase -- and toys. He's mostly bald, over six feet tall and wears ball caps with I BUY TOYS emblazoned on the cap. From the bottom of my heart I believe he is a very practiced and artful con man. He is also quite a creep. No one swears love and devotion and constancy and walks out on someone they have declared a "partner", without ever even having a proper good talk with the person - except someone who fits into one of those categories. Be aware and be warned. Don't play ostrich regarding your life.
1 comment:
Amen Chance! When people in Bristow, Oklahoma pay legal bills with rare silver coins from some dead relative's prized collection, something has to be done....Always enjoy your blog....
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