I used to love Super Bowl - having friends over or going to someone's house for a party, making clam chowder, salsa & cream cheese dip, chili ... then people started moving, leaving or dying. If that wasn't enough, my home burned down last year in the Southern California wildfires and the insurance company refused to recognise my claim because they didn't get my payment in full in time.
Working for myself just means I can work anywhere there's a market for what I do - which is fixing computers. My last remaining aunt on my father's side was 87 and had dementia, so I called my cousin (who was her conservator) and we helped each other.
She needed a caregiver & I needed a place to live ... with my 3 Chihuahuas. ... so we moved to Northern California - where I'd moved from 40 yrs ago and never wanted to live near again.
Bear in mind, I've been clean & sober 29 yrs on July 9th - so you'd think I'd know better than to edge near an insanity (definition of insanity: doing the same thing & expecting different results), but sometimes it seems the older I get & the longer I stay c&s (clean & sober) the more I think I can do.
This mindset has indeed come in handy; I've been a non-degreed project engineer for 20+ yrs, built & fixed computers & networks for 11, painted some pretty decent murals (... that people actually paid good $$ for) and briefly had a catering business all because I thought I could.
Well, that's not entirely correct.
I did all that because I didn't know I couldn't.
The flip side is both my kids are grown & don't talk to me. I've never met or talked to either my daughter-in-law or my grandkids. The mother of my 2 other dogs died in September, my aunt died in November, 1 of the remaining dogs had to be put down in January, I've hocked anything of value, I'm out of money and am actively looking for work back in aerospace.
Did I mention my husband died?
I've gained 30 lbs. My sense of humor, while eclectic, is reaching morbid proportions.
If it wasn't so funny, it'd make a very bad sitcom... really, I'm LMAO.
