The 2019 Christmas season will be lightless and joyless for me. Grandma Lily Noseworthy’s Pennywell Road three electric red candles (circa the 1970s) on my window ledge will not be plugged into the electric socket this austere season.
I cannot afford the Muskrat Falls-infused electricity rates to cost me one cent extra in my equal payment plan monthly from Newfoundland Power.
My CHIP (formerly the Canadian Home Income Plan) reverse-mortgaged, icy-cold house is only heated one room at a time. Maybe if I dance the Charleston energetically in the other rooms I will be slightly warmer when the “Roaring Twenties” arrive on Jan. 1, 2020!
My frugal vacation retirement savings is less money than the price of a one-way ticket to Florida for me to become a senior beach bum. No escape!
Oh how I yearn for an early April 2020 lukewarm spring as I sell my “Ice Castle” below currently real estate appraised value; meanwhile, dancing the Charleston to keep myself warm until the spring thaw.
I am a frustrated, forlorn frozen senior.
Susan L. Baetzel,
St. John’s
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