Living Poor In America

I live on a fixed budget. I give myself a certain amount for the month and squirrel away the pittance for the future, mostly for my urn and money for my daughter who will have to be my closer. She will have to pack and get rid of my belongings. She will have to make the calls, close the accounts and grieve for her mom. The least I can do is pay for the end of the ride. In the meantime, this is my life. Food... The end of the month becomes what I call, "hacker week," where I create meals with one egg, a celery stick and a can of tuna. I eat mystery leftovers I have frozen during the month. Right now I'm eating meatballs with dumplings. It's not good, but I will not throw it away. I'm going to pick out the meatballs and make a sandwich with the last two pieces of bread I have. I might refreeze the dumplings. I will never go to a food bank as long as I have something in the house, which towards the end of the month consists of peanut butter and Bisquick. I like bo...