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For some reason I used to be fascinated reading articles about senior citizens in New York resorting to buying and eating canned food for animals because they could no longer afford the prices at the grocers and lately, I’ve been slightly curious wondering just how awful or tasty (with the proper seasonings) a can of Kibble would taste?

I also used to imagine living like Eloise! How grand I’d imagine, room service, maid service, every day one adventure after another.

The reality is proving to be not as fun.

Dark thoughts assail my waking hours as I face the challenge of starting life over at age 70 – I am no longer an empty nester as both my daughter and grandson have come to live with me.

A couple of years ago my daughter started experiencing mysterious maladies that affected her motor skills which meant she could no longer drive safely which in turn meant she could no longer keep up in the fast paced environment of the Amazon warehouse.

She found excellent care from a highly recommended chiropractic physician specializing in neuropathy treatments, however insurance did not recognize it as a covered service, the treatments were too effective not to go forward so I put the charges on my credit card.

Two years later I put the outstanding balance into a debt consolidation program, I’d never missed a payment but the interest was accumulating so at the time consolidation seemed the wisest choice until my credit score plummeted and visions of Eloise are starting to resurface.

I’ve been applying for places to live and am finding out without a great credit score it doesn’t matter if you have reliable income and added insult to my injury, at my current apartment dwelling – in 9 months two separate tenants have vamoosed under cover of darkness abandoning their apartment.

I know life isn’t fair but geesh.

Until I receive a break or a miracle, I’ll be somewhere trying out a cat food casserole.