Money, Money, Money

With all the wall street news, panic even hits here in rural Missouri. People like me ( senior with investments) feel anxiety in one way, people who still have a 401k are nervous about that and young people who live from payday to payday are waiting for the other shoe to fall. Gas prices, though down somewhat, are still high and we all have to drive somewhere to get anything.

For us, gas and groceries are at least 5 miles away. Better prices (and variety) gas and groceries are at least 30 miles away. Food has gone up so much that we don't eat as well as we used to eat. Our gardens are pretty much gone this time of year with utility costs coming along with winter.

Do we care who is elected president? Not really. We don't have much hope that any politician will do any thing to help us here. Our food pantries are crying for help. We all try to share, but there is not much to share.

There is much disillusion with government. The bailout, rescue or whatever seems to us to be the final insult to this rural area. We cannot understand why somebody in Washington cannot see what is happening. We see it. Why can't they?

That's my soapbox for today. You can probably tell that I watched part of the presidential debate last night, and that made me more disgusted than ever with the powers that be.

My world is good though. We own our house. I still have a job for now. The Lord watches over us. But like Mrs. Obama, I'm not quite as proud of my country right now.