This month’s the one for anniversaries. The Charley Project’s ninth birthday is in two days. If it were a person it would be in the fourth grade. I promise I will resume updating by the twelfth. A lot of kids have had age-progressions done lately; the NCMEC tends to release them in clusters. So many age-progressions have come out, in fact, that I’m considering just posting them without putting the update on the “updates” page.
And, three days from today, it will be three years since I woke up with a terrific headache that hijacked my life for approximately fifteen months. I say fifteen months because that’s how long it was until I went into the Cleveland Clinic’s I-MATCH program. And after that it started to kind of fade away. Sometimes it comes back, sticks around for a day or two, or three or four. Like an annoying deadbeat relative that keeps coming over to crash on your couch.
The government shutdown is really scaring me. I don’t want to start any comment war of Republicans vs. Democrats. I just want the government back. Even the Daily Show has been depressing me lately, although the interview with Malala Yousafzai was awe-inspiring.
I am currently reading a book called Portfolios of the Poor, which is about how the poorest people in the world — that is, people making the equivalent of less than two bucks a day — live. The authors studied hundreds of households in South Africa, Bangladesh and India and had them keep “financial diaries” accounting every financial transaction. For simplicity’s sake the transactions are recorded in US currency. It’s very interesting. You’d think that such people would live hand to mouth, but their financial lives were just as active as anyone’s. They saved, they spent, they borrowed, and they lent money. They even had bank accounts and credit cards. This book is a real eye-opener for me.
I am still getting used to the fact that I no longer have a rat. I keep having to stop myself from going over to check on her, make sure she’s got food and water and all that. Michael’s roommate has moved out and we’re planning on moving into his former bedroom and turning our current bedroom into a pet room/room for me to vegetate. We’re not going to get another pair of rats until this is accomplished, but who knows how long it will be.