My greatest rethink is that I really need to understand my mom’s investment portfolio better. I want to make sure that in uncertain times that she will never have to change her lifestyle and be able to afford to pay for the help she might need if anything happens to me. As in, I die first. CA
Bless you both. My biggest re-think has been not to think about it too much. It’s too complicated for even the financial experts to get a handle on right now. I’m going to wait it out at least a month, to see if the stock market stabilizes, etcetera. If it hasn’t, I’ll go into full crisis mode and eat more chocolate.
Transit in my small village is mostly using taxi cab or riding with neighbours or family. my desire is to attend college courses within the three years from May 2009 thereafter. i want to work on farms, wineries maybe outdoor seasonal labour and beekeeping as a hobby too. i do not drive a car.
i need to live close to the college campus. i am in ontario, canada.
I ‘m not so much worried about my future, as at 53 I still have some time to regroup and make plans.
My poor dad, though. He’s 90 and has insurance annuities and a stock portfolio. I’m his guardian and caregiver, so I handle all his financial stuff. I’ve called the companies several times to find out how his stuff is doing, and I either get the runaround or no one will return my calls. Very frustrating!
Real estate - Plans to move back to the state I was born have been curtailed. Economic reasons brought us to Illinois and 23 years later economic reasons keep us here. Ironic!
Peggy Sue, the same here. I was moving the end of November, in the midst of an estate sale, signed all papers on the “other end” and this stopped me immediately. There’s no reason to take on anything right now, when I can remain where I am, for less outgo from my basic income. I’m sitting here with packing boxes for paintings/mirrors and the padding paper filling a guest room, and contacting friends to tell them I “won’t be coming home…” I have a home-to-share in a nice small town, 7 miles from a larger city with a medical school if anyone’s interested. I’m hauling serious now. Cutting to the core - thank goodness I lived on nothing for 11 years of college (and then some!). I am prepared, and I was not a Boy Scout.
Please don’t remind me of that quotation. I’ve thought about it many times in my life, and never from a good point of view; well, perhaps one time. But, even with that reality, every year when I hear, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” my thymus gland swells up and I feel like I just slammed on the brakes on Stemmons by the Anatole.
WHATWELOSTINTHECRASH
There’s a nip in the air now, a distinct crispness,
Especially around this time
When the sun is slowly settling down
In its glorious sienna panorama
Before turning off its light for the night––––
And I’m reminded of a time when
It seemed to last so much longer–––
When cries of children could be heard
In the distance playing one last game
Of tag before being called in for bed,
Faint strands of jazz, a lone dog’s bark
Echoes from across the park
As we sipped our martinis, talked over the day,
Smug in our attitudes, secure in our ways––––
And you––you were so close to me then,
So fine, so proud, so unbelievably optimistic––
Where did you go to? Try as I might
I can’t seem to hold onto what we’ve lost––––
That last touch––––– that last kiss,
Ephemeral as breath on glass.
October 2008
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