Today I decide to be wealthy.
I saw a legal notice in the back of The Source newspaper. It was to announce the sale of a foreclosure, and I recognized the name. His brother had married the sister of one of my husband's friends, and this man got us one of our mortgages, back some 15 or so years ago, when everyone was refinancing as the rates were bouncing around, and we got them when they were low. Soon after the recession hit, I saw his name in a bankruptcy notice, and now he would be losing his house at auction on the courthouse steps.
Last night, I learned that a family I knew, who I thought had done everything right, were losing their house to foreclosure. They live up in Seattle, and had kept the house here when he transferred, and they planned on selling it "when the market turns around and the prices go back up." The family that's been renting it is looking for another place to move to. They can stay in it until it goes up for auction in a few months.
I went to store today, and saw some people I knew from when the girls were young. The wife still has her job, but he's in the same boat as my husband.
Is it my imagination, or do most people in this town have a tired, scared look in their eyes?
One of my former supervisors is still there at the store, supervising. I remember when she was trying to get work at a bank, anything to get out of there. She's still there, probably a few more years, 5 or 8, and she'll be able to retire.
I've been working on my library job application, which I should have had done last week. Deadline is tomorrow. I still have 5 essay questions to answer, although the cover letter, resume, application and background check papers are all done.
I'm concerned that I'll get a job call to substitute in the schools tomorrow. This has to get in, if I'm to have any chance at working in the library.
I did walk a mile today, and did my yoga (which I think of as physical therapy). My former supervisor called, to see if I'd be able to work graveyard at the Senior Center. I said "yes," but I've been doing some more thinking about it, and I don't think it would work for me, getting there at 12:30 a.m. and then getting done at 6:30 a.m. in an empty building that's next to acres of empty woodland. There'll probably be something that opens before then. I hope.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I saw a legal notice in the back of The Source newspaper. It was to announce the sale of a foreclosure, and I recognized the name. His brother had married the sister of one of my husband's friends, and this man got us one of our mortgages, back some 15 or so years ago, when everyone was refinancing as the rates were bouncing around, and we got them when they were low. Soon after the recession hit, I saw his name in a bankruptcy notice, and now he would be losing his house at auction on the courthouse steps.
Last night, I learned that a family I knew, who I thought had done everything right, were losing their house to foreclosure. They live up in Seattle, and had kept the house here when he transferred, and they planned on selling it "when the market turns around and the prices go back up." The family that's been renting it is looking for another place to move to. They can stay in it until it goes up for auction in a few months.
I went to store today, and saw some people I knew from when the girls were young. The wife still has her job, but he's in the same boat as my husband.
Is it my imagination, or do most people in this town have a tired, scared look in their eyes?
One of my former supervisors is still there at the store, supervising. I remember when she was trying to get work at a bank, anything to get out of there. She's still there, probably a few more years, 5 or 8, and she'll be able to retire.
I've been working on my library job application, which I should have had done last week. Deadline is tomorrow. I still have 5 essay questions to answer, although the cover letter, resume, application and background check papers are all done.
I'm concerned that I'll get a job call to substitute in the schools tomorrow. This has to get in, if I'm to have any chance at working in the library.
I did walk a mile today, and did my yoga (which I think of as physical therapy). My former supervisor called, to see if I'd be able to work graveyard at the Senior Center. I said "yes," but I've been doing some more thinking about it, and I don't think it would work for me, getting there at 12:30 a.m. and then getting done at 6:30 a.m. in an empty building that's next to acres of empty woodland. There'll probably be something that opens before then. I hope.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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