Yep. I think I fell off the planet. Or I’ll bet you think I did.
I have been buried. Literally. Buried in sawdust, fiberglass, and sheet-rock dust. I am finishing a bedroom in the basement of the rental home we will be moving to in the next few weeks.
A couple things I have learned in recent days:
1. I am getting too old to finish a basement.
2. I think I may be stressed because I have become addicted to salty foods: bacon, potato chips, fries, etc.
3. I have too many things on my plate right now. I look forward to being done with the move.
4. Mortgage companies are evil. Yep. Long story . . . and I won’t even try. Sometimes you can’t explain stupid. It’s impossible. All I can say is that the days of going to your banker and explaining the situation and having the banker work with you because it is the smart thing to do and in the end the solution will work out best for both of you . . . those days disappeared with the telegraph line and horse carriage. Maybe the problem is Wall Street? Heartless investors? Maybe.
Don’t misunderstand me. Capitalism is still the best option in the world. I just wish that the system was tempered a little more often with a good ol’ fashioned handshake and a smile. Maybe a bartered chicken.
I suddenly have the urge to go to the soda shop for a malt.