Every week, and sometimes it feels like every day, I learn of another friend or acquaintance who has lost their job.
Yesterday I drove through an area not far from here that I can only describe as the "Place of Big Ideas, Lack of Financing." Acres and acres of weeds threaded with ribbons of smooth, black roads with light blue pipes dotting the landscape like PVC stems bearing no flowers.
"Bank Owned Property - For Sale"
What a mess. Where are the answers? We grasp at what? It feels like nothing.
I'm sorry for my friends and acquaintances who find themselves unemployed in this dismal economy. It's not easy, this recalibration. We bail out major corporations while those of us in these teeny life boats can't plug the holes fast enough. I asked MathMan the other day if he thought maybe this tipped ship of an economy was righting itself. Maybe the next generations won't live in a society where it takes two incomes to maintain the illusion of a middle class life.
I hope they learn from our mistakes. But as so many of them are already indenturing themselves through student loans and will be entering an unstable, uncertain and worker-unfriendly workplace, my confidence in their ability to do better shrinks with each bit of bad news.
Home sales are down. Another bank in Georgia closes.
We know who to blame. Or at least we have a pretty good idea. We just can't stop digging. We'd rather fight over religion.
I'm not a believer, but I know plenty of people who are. They pray. I hope it helps. No matter what, we all must draw together to weather this mess.
Don't be afraid to ask for help. Don't be afraid to offer it.
This song is in my head. Maybe because it reminds me of happier times. Times when I still had more of a future ahead of me. Or maybe because it reminds me of how we all want answers. From somewhere.
Tell me your news.
Tell me your news.