when I was ranting (a bit) about the woman I ran into at the grocery store.
In case you thought I was being a bit too harsh about her spirituality and all…
She brought up the economy.
She was describing her friend who lives in a retirement community and knows a couple who had lost $500K in the stock market crash, but even so were happy that the economic crisis at least helped elect Obama
Then she pointed out that the crash was all fine with her, since she doesn't have much to lose anyway.
(She's maybe all of about thirty, so saving isn't really an issue with her.)
And besides, it's all just money, you know.
She lives a rich inner life.
So, any older folks around?
You know, people who have pretty much watched their retirement savings dry up and blow away in the last few months?.
Maybe contemplating cat food for dinner?
Maybe hoping Walmart needs greeters (not likely) over the holidays?
Remember, folks, really, everything is just fine.
Keep up that rich inner life, and pay no attention to the medical bills, rent, utilities, and all the stuff mundane types like me spazz out about.
So I came home, and Tom wasn't back from work yet.
(He leaves at 6am, gets back at 8pm — another of those lazy academic types ya know.)
So I had to rant at the cats.
And the cats don't tend to comment much.
Unless I am failing to properly interpret things like hairballs, and knocked over trash baskets.
(Motley finds it offensive that we throw crumpled papers in trash baskets, so he knocks them over to liberate the contents – Free the Recycling, NOW! – Him's a Berkeley kitty)
So you guys get the ranting.
Some day soon I'll even post something calm and pleasant.
As soon as the world stops pelting me with this kind of thing.