I have a new downtown acquaintance. We have had several short conversations over the last few months. I think he is a little over-the-top and I think he is exactly right.
I just cooked an amazing pasta primavera with alfredo sauce – it is looking good. Conversations and cooking = great process in all aspects of the word.
I have a new President. Do I have Hope? Thinkin’, my hope is waning.
Is it “True” that you are going to get health care for ALL americans? OR, are you just playing the field. Is is “True”, that you are going to get corruption out of the government? Or have you just been playing around, playin’ fiddle to the tune of the good ole’ boys club, the powers that be.
Do you really believe that unemployment is under 10%? I want to be positive and yet my continuing conversation is: Do I pay the mortgage? Or, do I let it go? I have no assurance, no hope, and no means. Hmmm, dilemma. I am forced to deal with a criminal in order to see IF I qualify for Hope for Homeowner’s. I am forced to request that my ‘criminal’ help me in my time of need. It is like asking the guy who cut off your leg to make you the prothesis. I think, from what little I know, that this is how the MOB works, you know, the MAFIA.
I placed $84,000 down on my home. Why? Because like EVERY American, I need a place to live. A home supports my gardening/farming compulsion which is a part of who I am. A home supports my children so they can have a secure place to go off into the world from. A home, is the place where our family photos are; where we consult and console with each other over every day matters, a place where simple, and yet great food is prepared, a place where we adjoin to after a long day.
I didn’t buy my home because I wanted to watch it go up in value and live off it, I just wanted to live IN it.
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