I guess I’m in categories two and three. Sometimes the old man likes to go, sometimes not, but he doesn’t mind my going even if he doesn’t want to. With my kids now more independent, combined with budget cuts at work that have me laid off work for a month each year (above given vacation time) I have much more time to take off for extended periods.
Of course, with my hefty pay cuts in the last few years making it all work means extreme financial planning. Driving very old cars (1995 and 2002), living without fixing up the fixer upper, minimal restaurant dining and no $4 coffees, etc. I’m certainly not the best dresser and I borrow my books and movies from the library. I grow much of our food, and preserve for winter. Frugality is a family tradition so not hard for me.
Occasionally I feel a snub from a rich person, or feel like I’m too far outside the norm, and when that happens I look back at photos of Denali National Park, or Kodachrome State Park, or Death Valley … and know that I’m right where I want to be in life.



