I feel time shifting under my feet and it is making me crazy. I didn’t think growing older would be such a big issue but then is anyone really prepared for the unholy things the lack of estrogen does to a body? I am thinking about my boys and how we live and the impact of decisions and what can I do to insure they know their strength and worth even in spite of a multitude of challenges.
Son No. 1 is engaged to a lovely woman whose story would melt any mother’s heart. The eldest daughter of drug addicts she raised three siblings when she was a child herself. Against all odds, and without the benefit of formal education, she is an IT executive. And yes, the barons of industry take full advantage of her first rate intellect and lack of degree by paying her less than she is worth. She works hard; he works hard and they can’t get a break. This weekend both of their crappy vehicles bit the dust – I know it is stupid of me to rail against the heavens but why, why when it is already so hard – why must it be harder?
I don’t have the energy to direct you to the posts of banking practices designed to keep the downtrodden down where they belong, but I am referring to the all the same issues that I have blogged about before. Credit reporting is done by private companies accountable to no one and credit rules your life. Get behind and stay behind. And when you are behind the smallest thing can pull you under and if you have a small family as we do, where someone who would love to help me , can’t, it makes for a hard afternoon.
Son No. 1 and I were trying to figure out what we could do to get everyone through this time – and, in the course of conversation he said something very important –
“Anyone with enough power and money today can become a robber baron” And he is right – when I think of the many many folks with big bucks and the back stories of how they came to have it – he is right – they are nothing but robber barons. Yet, they garner accolades and praise.
Yes sometimes these people give big to charity but they break plenty of backs on their way to the giving. And if they weren’t such SOB’s maybe there wouldn’t need to be so much corporate charity.
I am done venting – I will probably erase this later, but for now here it is raw and honest – my 1AM despair.