A Letter to my Creditors

To Whom It May Concern:

I cannot and will not pay you as long as your company continues to charge me late fees and illegal interest and harass me with calls from India. My loyalty and dollars will go to those who have helped me during the hard times. Go ahead and sue me. I have no assets, like most of the victims of your promises of easy money.

First and foremost I will pay the following:

The local drugstore which allows me to charge co-pays for a couple of months so that I can take the meds that I need. 1.5% interest.

The neighborhood grocer, who still believes in credit for folks with a job who are trying very hard to survive. No interest.

My ex-dentist who charges 8% interest so that his children can remain spoiled rotten.

10% tithe. Not to a big organized religion, but to the work of the Lord as I feel led to contribute.

My family and friends who have loaned me cash and goods since my divorce to keep me solvent and comfy. Too many to list. When I hit the lottery, I’ll pay them all back. Plus interest and homemade cookies.

Should you decide to take legal action, I will gladly take you on. My attorney loves the little people. He doesn’t charge interest either.

Yours truly,

Poopie

Hey sugar

I'm totally zoom impaired so I can't send you a pic of today's birds, but I can tell you about it. Does that count? The small sanctuary out by the front porch is still attracting cardinals and goldfinches. A chickadee took a bath there today, but usually it's a big old bowl of water for the dawgs. Hummers are gearing up for the battle of the sugar water.

I look forward to hearing from you...is that sad or what? I suppose I should just get some ambition and take a contract to the farthest town that pays well for an MT. Any sensible girl would do that.

I tend to be quite unsensible, as you well know. Listening to the heart is my hallmark and it's usually followed by the opening of my big fat mouth speaking the truth. My fear of love is well founded, and so I cry when I feel vulnerable enough to trust and say what I feel. No man has ever felt that way about me. Most days, I'm okay with that. Sometimes though...umm.


Sometimes I just wait for a letter.