Late Tuesday afternoon. We’ve spent the day making Yuliya a very happy girl. She had gotten some B-day money for getting clothes before she went back to Russia, so we went to Kohl’s. I know you wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I am good at finding nice fashion. Yuliya has a completely new respect for my ability on that. And she has a body that is easy to dress—one of those little ones.
So we took the store by storm and she was convinced to change her style a bit. She was kind of stuck in the teenage era and I think most of those fashions look sleezy, so we encouraged her towards the later twenties, young professional, almost yuppie look, but casual of course, since she will be going to college, but more of a classic look. She finally started to see our vision and we found several very interchangeable jeans, sweaters, and shirts. We had to have a fashion show once we got back to the trailer and we were all pleasantly surprised how so many things could be used together. We did well. I told her I wanted to get it all done in one day—I do not enjoy shopping. Between my body and spending money—nothing works for me. But I doubt if I am completely finished…they’ll suck me into it somehow.
We then had lunch at a salad bar place—Sweet Tomatoes—so that was rather low key and almost healthy. But now we are bored so it looks like we will be headed to the casino after the news. Yuliya wants to stay back in the trailer to get some personal stuff done.
Ohh—almost forgot. We were awaken to the strangest sounds about 7 this morning. I looked out and all around us in the parking field we are staying in, there were balloons setting up. We were hearing the fans and blowers. It was gorgeous, Stacy and Yuliya took a walk outside, but I just stayed in bed and watched from afar. How often can you stay in bed and watch a dozen hot air balloons take off outside your window? It was very cool.
Boy—watching the news is really a bummer now that we have a little money. We have lost about $7000 since this started and we just thought we should stick it out. But now that it’s obviously having a domino effect on everything, I’m wondering how far it can go down before there is no return—and I’m kind of afraid we have already passed it. If anyone knows the answer and has any advice feel free to share it. And then we watch how a company that was just bailed out by taxpayers, was busted letting it’s execs have a major spa treatment retreat for the tune of a half a million dollars. And you know—that is how the corporate world thinks—they have no concern at all what it is doing to the working poor... Back to that desire of mine not to care anymore, we’ll personally either make it through—or won’t. What will be, will be…we tried. But keep the basic ideology in mind. As a compassionate society, do we want it to be “Survival of the fittest-or richest” or “Are we our brothers’ keeper? Even if it means we have to share?” In spite of everyone trying to use God, morality, democracy, and American freedom—that is the basic difference between the two parties, although both are power hungry money machines, it just doesn’t seem like totally free enterprise is working anymore.
And the sad thing is that I know I am so much luckier than most. I figure I can always hustle up a living—think of those who are just dropped with no options? It’s just a lousy thing…back to that “I wish I ran the world”. Some white collar crime might be subject to public stoning—and no one would be allowed more than I billion at a time—I think that’s enough to live well on—no matter who you are.
Promise I won’t write anymore during the national news. It gets me riled…think I need to go back to being clueless…
Guess tonight is turning into a trailer night. Stacy decided to go to Target and another Kohls (we each got 2 100% cotton jackets that will be great for tye dye—cool). Yuliya and I just stayed home. Stacy came home and is making popcorn—I’m watching the debate. Don’t get me started…
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