are we there yet?

at some point during a long trip, one is bound to ask this question.
as the recession deepens and the numbers grow more dim, i wonder when the bottom will hit. the greedy corporate pigs continue to be rewarded with taxpayer money even though it’s been a year since the economy’s slow grind to a resounding thud. but wait for it, like an old three stooges flick where you hear the tumbling and crashing off camera, just when you think it’s over, it’s not.

let me say humbly (and gratefully) that here at the store, we cannot complain.
wade might disagree since his hours were cut. like it or not, he’s far too talented at web design to invest his future in wrapping soap. besides, we’re driving him crazy which means he’s driving us twice as crazy. monday and saturday is enough. the rest of the time he’s pursuing the task of building his own dream and we are all very proud.
sarah and i do well together. i think it’s all that yoga. only a zen master could float through a multitude of days with me and not wish to bury my lifeless body in a shallow grave. though at heart a drama queen, sarah is the perfect optimist (plus she’ll tell me when an idea is either unworkable or might need fine tuning and she does it in a way that i welcome) and it’s been great to share her progression from yoga student to teacher. it offers some welcome warmth to a bitter winter.

i went to the doctor recently and learned that not drinking and not smoking is not enough for a man my age. now i have to begin eating like a healthy adult or die. it’s not as dramatic as it sounds but it does cut to the chase. blast.

last thing, i promise: i don’t know about all of you but i would gladly give back the $13. a week in my paycheck the stimulus package offers if it means we’ll fix a few more roads and bridges. if you agree, please contact congress and tell them to take their heads out of their asses. call me if you need the number.