Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Dam it, not beaver style either

Baby some rain must fall.....
There is no Santa, dear ....
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away ....
Where is that rug that used to be under my feet?
Our plan was to sell and then build.
We bought a lot. Went to an architect. Now a mountain has popped up on the road of life. Not a hill. Not a speed bump. A mountain. I don't think we can climb it, or ford every stream, or follow every rainbow either.
Now it's a sit and wait game..... waiting for numbers....numbers that involve money........ numbers we may not have.
Could point fingers, that does not help. Could have scaled back, that isn't an option now.
I know what I am willing to do to build a house. I also know I am not willing to give up my life style, my travel, my coffees.
And I don't think I want to talk about it either.
I always figured what is meant to be, is meant to be. Always been content to go along, hope that the wind blows me in the right direction, that the path to the left will be just as good as the path to the right.
Truthfully, sometimes when I have to make a big decision I procrastinate. Somehow the decision gets made, without my sometimes goofy input. That works for me, it really does.
That's better than when I make a life changing decision and find out it may have been a big friggin mistake .... like not going to see that band of long haired English guys at Comisky Park when my cousin Sally got tickets.
Or not jumping on the job opportunity which would have taken us out to Mormon country.
Listening to my inner self tell me Steve Jobs won't make much of a difference the second time with Apple, when stock was $10 a share as compared to zillions now.
I think of my father. In 1955 he bought 50 shares of stock in American Motors. But when they sent him the certificate, it listed 50 shares of GM. He called the broker and said there was a mistake, he wanted AM stock, not GM. So the switch was made. Within a few years AMC was gone and GM was doing pretty darn good. My nature has been to keep the stock, a thing called fate is taking control.
I'm just not so sure of that today.

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