There’s something to be said about the drama of stormy skies. Sometimes they put a spell on you and cast a warm glow that drenches the atmosphere.
My blogging style is usually light and airy but for a minute, I have concerns to air, namely the nation’s incredibly botched up economic state. So let’s look at that sunset again. Will there be light?
There’s always something going on here… The drought, the gasoline crisis, the scary, stinking economy, and the buy-out of a monumental financial institution in Charlotte we heard about on Monday makes my hair fall out.
Our Gina has done everything right. She works hard to make her own way as an independent young woman and has been a homeowner for a year, sacrificing much for the honor. She’s directly affected by that institution’s demise I mentioned above. She works there and my heart breaks to see her fret over something out of our control. There are times when I just want to pack her up, bring her home, and swaddle a twenty-six year old. A Mom’s instinct never fades and because of that, I know she will be alright. This unfortunate crisis will trickle down to affect every business and citizen in this country for a long time and boy, it’s getting me down lately.
You know? And now I don’t have birds. I believe the last hummer headed south this morning.
I’m trying to lighten up
and play hide and seek whenever I can.
So, friends, if you don’t hear from me often, it’s because I’m over-busy and all twisted in a tight ball of nerves. I would have posted this yesterday but on arriving home from work I found that dear old Chloe did an artsy job of decorating the carpet with dark Hershey squirts.
Got a chill pill to share? :o)