I need ten minutes wherein NOBODY needs me, NOBODY wants me, NOBODY!
Ever feel that way?
It’s one of those mornings around here.
I have a friend at church here who made a comment about how she just doesn’t get the whole reading in the bathroom thing. Umm . . . lady? You have children! How do you not get the whole reading in the bathroom thing?
Anywho . . .
I have been quite uninspired to write lately. I’m not quite sure why. It is very unlike me.
Partly, I know, it’s because I am busy trying to do holiday-type things with the kids. Partly it is because I am trying to do holiday-type things behind the scenes without the kids. And partly? I think the winter blahs are setting in early.
But then I feel guilty for even having the winter blahs because, other than the fact that my husband’s employer is begging for money from the government and saying they may have to shut their doors without it, what do I have to complain about?
Well, scratch that last paragraph. Bush just put a band aid on the large, gaping, festering wound that is the auto industry. Grrrrrrrreat. I’m not a Bush hater, nor am I a huge fan. This, however, was idiotic. This is why I’m neither a hater nor a fan. He does some stuff I think is fine, and then he pulls crap like this. The loose wording, the impossibility of getting the union and the contracting companies to cooperate with the wage-lowering (oh yeah, it’s not just the union killing the big three – they are in some crap *ahem* contracts with others as well) . . . *sigh*. Sometimes I think common sense is not on the brink of extinction, but is actually extinct.
But, (she said in a sing-song voice) rather than focusing on how stupid I think everybody in the government is being about this situation, I will be grateful that this probably guarantees McH’s employment for a few more months. Not that we thought he was in imminent danger of losing his job anyway. He’s actually in a pretty good position to keep his job even if they scale back in a big way. But there are no guarantees. So this gives us a few more months to gather food storage and put money in the bank. I am very, very grateful for that.
Actually, through all of the auto industry fiasco talk (which really, I wasn’t planning on blogging about so much today), I have been at peace. I am also very grateful for that. Maybe I should tell you why I’ve been at peace. What do you think? You’ll think I’m nu-u-uts (again with the sing-song voice) . . .
A few months ago I had a dream that a huge storm was raging around our house. McH and I were looking out the back doors, watching as the rain beat down, our pond flooded, and multiple tornadoes dropped out of the sky over the fields behind our property. The wind was raging and the whole scene was rather apocalyptic. When the storm finally passed, water was gently lapping the sides of our house a couple feet up from the ground.
But nothing got in. The house still stood. There was no damage. Most importantly? My family was fine. Everyone was safe.
When the water receded we had some minor cleanup to do in the yard, but other than that? We were fine.
A few nights later I had a second, similar dream. I called my mother to find out what the heck was going on in the family that I didn’t know about. I was sure there was something big affecting someone in my family, something that would touch us (meaning me and McH and the brood) but not hurt us. But? Not so much.
Now, before you think I’m a totally whack-a-doodle, I must tell you: I’ve had dreams in the past that alerted me to various aspects of various crises within my family. I’ve also had other dreams that have told me other things that were not of a crisis nature, though they were very important.
Right, now you think I’m an even bigger whack-a-doodle than you originally though. Whatever.
Anyway, for a few weeks I wondered what the storm was. Then came the Wall Street crapola. Then came the auto industry crapola. Now actual States are talking about wanting federal bailout. Good grief. If this isn’t the storm . . . (and, I’m sorry, it’s not rocket science: if you don’t have the money, whether you are an individual, a family, a corporation, or a government, you DON’T spend it, plain and simple. Not fun, but simple! Gah!).
But I’m not too worried. I know we need to be prepared to take care of ourselves as much as possible, I know we’re still not as prepared as we should be, but I’m also confident that we will be okay. I’m not saying we won’t be affected by all of this in some way, but I do know that, whatever happens, we will be okay. And I am very grateful for that peace of mind.
Now, lest ye think that I think I am some kind of psychic or soothsayer or whatnot, I don’t. But, I do know that God speaks to us, and sometimes it is through dreams. I have had many occasions in my life to be grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who has given me direction and peace of mind, and I wanted to express that appreciation publicly today. Because, really? This auto industry stuff is B-I-G when all of your income rides on one of the Big Three, but I am feeling ridiculously peaceful about it all, and ridiculously blessed to have the means to quickly amass the resources we should have been more diligently putting aside over the past 12 years. We will be okay. This I know.
We may have to get rid of the satellite t.v.
We may have to shop only at garage sales
We may have to buy fewer fresh fruits and vegetables and start buying boxed mac-n-cheese
We may have to farm our four acres (we know nothing about farming, and our front yard will look funny planted in corn)
We may have to go to dial-up internet (for the love of all that’s holy, anything but dial up!)
I may have to stop buying Frownies
I may not get any new shoes for quite a while
But we will be okay.
Now, if you’ve made it this far, I think you deserve something easier to ingest: pictures!
I was looking through my files yesterday, trying to find pictures of the kids to make a photo collage to put in the Christmas cards (which may or may not go out before Christmas), when I found a photo of our living room as it was before the cats ruined the carpet (excuse all the stuff on the piano – we’d just moved in):
As you can kind of see if you look very closely at the photo, the carpet was not in perfect condition even before the cats. There were large dark spots (right in front of our piano) left from the previous owner’s baby grand piano’s pedals (and piano students, no doubt). But, you see? Light and airy. Now?
Not so much with the light and airy, but I’m happy with the warm and inviting. I’m not thrilled about the black slider things under the piano’s casters, but at least the floor is protected. And you may notice something sticking up from behind the trunk. That would be a wreath holder sporting a homemade pomander rather than a wreath (like I had nothing better to do with my time than shove a thousand million cloves into an orange!). I heard cats don’t like the smell of citrus, and behind the trunk was one of the favorite spots. I don’t know . . . but so far so good.
Well, I started this post around 8:30 a.m., and now as I’m finishing up it is almost noon. *Sigh* It has been one of those mornings. At least I got one bathroom break.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says to go get food storage!