I’ve been trying to figure out, this evening, why I’ve felt grumpy all day. Of course the waiting for our mobile home is hard: we got an inch-and-a-half of rain yesterday, which can only delay things; and there are plenty of chances for rain next week.
However, I knew that was no reason for me to be in the dumps.
A couple of hours ago I finally remembered the conversation Cliff and I had this morning.
There was a meeting at his place of employment, he said.
There have been many changes recently where he works. They’ve shut down unprofitable segments of the company in other states, leaving lots of people without jobs. However, their local operation has produced profits consistently.
But with the loss of so many employees nationwide, health insurance is going to go up. Geesh, it just went up in January; here we go again.
Oh, and some company in China is going to start making the product that Cliff’s employer makes, very soon.
I must have put all this at the back of my mind this morning, because it took me the whole day to figure out why I was grumpy. Of course it didn’t help that we were almost out of propane. I called our propane supplier. The cost was $238 for two hundred gallons of propane.
I don’t believe in borrowing trouble. Today things are fine, and I’m good with that.
Am I worried? No. Cliff and I have been through this sort of thing before and survived. In fact, we thrived, back when R.B. Rice closed down with no notice.
As I told Cliff this morning, our car, our motorcycle, and the John Deere tractor are all paid for. He can take his retirement and we’ll go riding every day. That’ll be fine with me.
It’s just that I hate change.
Yes folks, the cloud hanging over this nation’s economy has finally settled in over our heads, too.
We will survive. We’re the surviving-est folks you’ll ever meet.
When times get tough, tough people get going.
Now where did I put all those Norman Vincent Peale books, anyhow?
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