Blog-TOWER OF BABEL

The market used to mean good things. profit, gain, a place to meet, to get the latest news, fresh vegetables, fruit, a job, who was the best craftmans.... it all dated back to the 14 century. Now when the market is mentioned, i gasp. does anyone, especailly in aviation, have a plan b when their bread and butter has turned to toast? I do not.

I never had any really rich uncles, my mom died penniless, my brother and sister are teachers, i have no inventions on  the horizon, i do have a morgage, but i have a car payment, insurance, college fund to fill and about 5000.00 in general credit card debt. I have been so broke, i slept in my car in college and have eaten ketchup as a food group.I was 19 and had no fear!

At least the car i lived in for 2 weeks, had a heater and I was too proud to tell anyone I was broke. I lived on cheese puffs, coffee and thank god i did not turn orange from all the food coloring ingesting that nutritious snack, I am healthy and so is my son.

The hair color and manicures have gone, the coupons get clipped, and i try to walk to town now instead of jumping in my truck to go 1/2 mile. I do not buy brand, the yoga class never got signed up for, and i put flyers around the neighborhood for errand running. There is alot of pasta in my kitchen, and I buy in bulk. I pray that tomorrow i will not see another atrocity in the financials. Can I sell a kidney? Can i do without my mad money? will my son get his college fund? Can I ever retire?

No one can answer this.
I can still muster up a starbucks once in a while, and i now need my friends and family closer than ever, which is not a bad thing.