Plan B

My brother Dave called me the other night. He’d been reading my blog and was alarmed on my behalf that I have no income. Rightly so. I’m a little bit alarmed too. Unfortunately, when he called, I was suffering from some back pain ~ apparently I pulled a muscle while sleeping. Really? How the hell does that happen? I am totally down (albeit really bored) with having MS, but back pain? No way. ¬†Although the pain is now mostly gone (it’s easing it’s way down my leg and out my toes), it has left me a little grumpy.

Now Dave was asking me if I have a Plan B. That got me thinking, do I even have a working Plan A? I suppose it is to get approved for Federal SS disability and work part time marketing produce (which I’m finding I really enjoy), consulting with my brother-in-law on his fishing websites, the occasional wedding with Anna, and of course, the ever profitable cow headbands.

Plan B. Finding, falling and marrying a rich rancher. Winning the lottery. Discovering uranium under my floorboards. Actually Plan B looks pretty much like Plan A, only more of it. Work. Work. Work. I’ll get my piece of that 50 trillion dollars Dave, don’t you worry.

One thought on “Plan B

  1. It’s good that you’re thinking about these plans. I think I need a new plan to replace my usual , Plan C, aka the Scarlett O’Hara Plan: “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

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