What happens if I run away from Mama and Dada and don't come back when they call? How about if I stick this bean in my ear? Well, howsabout I bang on this door for a while, and then whap my wall with a plastic necklace? Hmm?
Oh. Hmm. I don't like that much at all.
Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I DID EVERYTHING AGAIN EXACTLY THE SAME WAY?
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That, in a nutshell, is where we are right now. Many thanks to Menita for this book, which puts it all in perspective and makes it so, so much easier to deal with (and laugh at, once you recognize it for what it is). I can't recommend it highly enough.
Fortunately she's also testing the good behavior as well as the bad. Thanking Mama for everything? Giving compliments? Spontaneous cleaning? Holding hands on street without being asked?
I make sure that very, very good things happen.
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So in other news, hey, how about that financial mushroom cloud thingy over there on the horizon? No, no, don't look directly at it. The fundamentals of our economy are strong, dammit!
It's making me a little edgy. My mother lost a good chunk of her retirement. I'm wondering what'll be up with the housing market when it's time for us to move (and whether we'll be able to get a mortgage at all!). Thankfully our income is assured barring total zombie apocalypse, but hey, that receding tide beaches all boats. Having a mini-homestead in the city is all well and good, but if the neighbors are starving and steal your chickens, you're screwed as everyone else. Same token, if all government funds are diverted toward financial bailout and quagmire war, well, good luck getting those grants.
Oh well. If we have to live through 1929 again, whatever. It's not like anything bad happened in the 1930s, right?