back to reality

Yes, we just got back from a week long vacation full of beaches, rides, and total overindulgence.  Seems like, somehow, in our almost 10 years of marriage, we have yet to join up in what many would call reality.  I am just starting to feel the impact of this stinky economy so much closer to home.  

 

Reality is, I had two solicitors yesterday and two solicitors today.

The first was a man from Edward Jones wanting to talk about investing.  

The second was a guy trying to sell cleaning supplies.

The third was a guy offering to cut down trees or whatever else we wanted.

The fourth was a college student from Europe wanting to talk about some learning program for my kids.

Besides the fact that I would rather get a root canal than sell something door to door, these people made me feel so heavy-yucky-sad-afraid-sorry.  I did this when I was a missionary.  But the thing is, that was voluntary.  I had a choice.  If I didn't do it, it didn't mean that I wasn't going to get rent money or food to eat (trust me, I ate).   These people are trying to pay bills by doing this.  I can try and tell myself they like it just to make me feel better.  But who am I trying to kid?

Reality is, I had two friends over today.  All three of us are unsure about when the next lump o' dough is coming in.  Though Karl assures me that it is coming, I still can't help but get anxious that I don't know when or how much.  Don't worry, we aren't heading for a tent city any time soon.  Though my kids would love it, we have many options before that would happen.  I, like my friends, just don't like the un-surety of it all. 

I overheard my friend's nine year old son telling Karl, "2009 is a bad year."  Even the kid knows the reality of this situation.  Kind of sad, right?