First, we've had the shooting of the unarmed young man in the St. Louis area and the accompanying riots and unrest that is ongoing. I/we live far enough away from the area that it isn't having an impact on my/our day-to-day existence, but it is affecting me/us, nonetheless.
And I've already written about Robin Williams' suicide and how that is having a personal impact here at home.
I neglected to mention that last month, The Mister got laid off from his job in Kansas. He's home.
And yesterday, I found out I would be joining him.
We're both unemployed...again.
I'm devastated with this latest turn of events, and am not sure that I can muster up my usual "things always work out as they should" attitude.
But on Saturday, trouper that I am, I'll put on my happy face as we host the children and grandchildren for The Mister's 60th birthday festivities.
My heart isn't in it. Right now, I'd like to crawl under the covers and wallow in anxiety, depression and self-pity.
Maybe once I start cooking and baking for the family, I'll begin to feel like celebrating The Mister's successful run of six decades on the planet.
Damn, he's old.
Then on Monday, The Boy starts his first semester at our local community college. He still has no high school diploma and no financial aid. And there's no available public/disabled transportation to get him back and forth to class (all seats are taken).
Guess it's a good thing he has two chauffeurs available for the immediate future.
Can I think of the silver Dodge Grand Caravan as our silver lining? And can anyone tell me how I can [delude/bullshit/con] - pick one myself into thinking our run of bad luck will turn out to be something even remotely positive?