Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store"
I've been on the tail end of debt for some time now. This year I've been blessed with a new job and greater financial freedom. For the first time in a long time I'm beginning to whittle down the great debt monster. So just as I'm beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel the economic bubble bursts.
Our nation is in a downward spiral that no "bailout" the gov't can conceive will fix. I've expected this for a long time. I was just hoping to have my hedge built before the tidal wave hit. My hedge is small and I'd be lying if I said I'm not worried.
I do have some positive things going for me. I work in a good industry. I am in management which means I've managed to elude the massive layoff's of the past few months. I have a good head on my shoulder and many people in high places whom believe in me. I'm sure I'll weather the financial meltdown of 08' but I can't help but wish I had a little more time to build that hedge.
I'm sitting here wondering if I had a point to my banter. Sixteen Ton's popped into my head. A great old song that reminds me of my childhood. Thinking about the lyrics brought our current "debt" financed society to mind. What ever happened to savings? What ever happened to only buying what you can afford? My Grandpa bought 7 houses in cash. I doubt he ever paid for anything with credit. Maybe if he hadn't died when I was one he could have taught me the value of savings and living within your means. But that is a lesson I had to learn the hard way, and I'm still paying for it. At this rate I'll be paying for it till the turn of the decade. My Dad never learned that lesson from Grandpa. He had a fully paid for home, courtesy of my Grandma, and he mortgaged it for spending cash. Borrow and pay, borrow and pay. What a scam.
Went shopping for Halloween Costumes today. There is another racket. Why do I want to pay $30 for a costume my kid is going to wear once for about 3 hours. Multiply that by three kids and you get $30/hour to trick or treat. Are you kidding me. Now i'm sitting here thinking about the next racket (Christmas).
Don't get me wrong, I"m Christian, I love my God, but Christmas isn't about Christ anymore, it's about Santa Clause and buying gifts for everyone you know under the sun and corny songs and Pine trees wrapped in lights waiting to start a fire.
On a brighter note, last week the Sherrif finally locked my brother out of the family estate. They just shook their heads as they walked through the house amazed at what my brother has done to the place. When I showed up to meet the Sherrif Chris had all of the Estate appliances (washer, dryer, ect) on the lawn with FOR SALE signs on them. Apparently he's been having frequent yard sales lately selling off his mothers things. What a smuck.
The neighbors were overjoyed that the house was finally empty. One ran to the hardware store to buy bolts and locks for the garage, another helped me change the locks, another helped move all the furniture back into the yard.
I'm having the broken front window boarded up tomorrow. And I'm ready to call in the calvary to throw all the junk left behind away as soon as the 15 day post eviction waiting period is up. The house will be up for sale soon. Thank God for small (and large) miracles.
One of the neighbors is already showing interest (he told me and Kathryn two months ago that he's not interested, but we better. He's wanted this property for over a decade). He pounced on the realtors the second they arrived.
Vicki will be visiting next weekend. I wonder if you are allowed to take human remains on a plane. I hope so cause my wife is really anxious to be rid of Theresa's ashes. Most of the time I don't even remember they are there, but my wife seems haunted by them.
Well, now that I know there is no point to all of this I'll say goodbye.
2 comments:
Y'know, kids used to make their Halloween costumes...for pennies. And it was fun!
"Christmas isn't about Christ amymore." C'mon, Sean! Where's your backbone? Christmas is whatever YOU make it. At my place, it's ALL about Christ. Santa doesn't even get a toe in the door. (And he wouldn't if there were kids around. I know. I used to believe in Halloween, too.)
Once again, you miss the point. I wasn't making a personal statement about my view of Christmas. I was making a general statement of how commercialized Christmas is.
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