Hi, Anna-Liza here. This is one big ol’ whine, so skip it if you like.
Feeling cranky is actually a reasonable response to the mighty sucking that life is doing lately. Remember how I mentioned that Darlin’ K had found a job? Forget it. He got laid off (along with the rest of his department – which consisted of him and one other guy) two and a half weeks later. After having turned down at least two interviews. Dammit. And the job nibbles Darlin’ K has been getting lately would involve his being away from home for long periods of time, or all of us relocating to, for example, Mobile. (Up side, if I have to leave Colorado, I’d rather go south than north).
Minor irritations — I made a stupid mistake in Darlin’ K’s sweater. On a positive note, once I get the fix done and the pictures uploaded, it is going to make a nice blog post that’s actually about knitting (gasp). Another minor irritation, my hair has suddenly decided it wants to be curly, but it doesn’t really know how to go about it. So I have partly curly, partly straight, mostly just what-the-fuck hair now. It’s taking way more of my time and attention than I really want to spend on my hair.
I’m getting pretty darn sick of the right-wing backlash about the whole foreclosure relief thing. WTF, people? “We don’t want to pay for people who were irresponsible” seems to be the knee-jerk reaction of the day. Okay, here are a few points to consider, if you are the kind to actually spend any time considering (which I sincerely hope our readers are):
One: every foreclosure brings down the entire freakin’ housing market. The more foreclosures, the lower the value of your home. Even if they’re not in your immediate area, they are affecting you. Until, eventually, even Mr. Joe Responsible-Prudent is upside-down on his mortgage and can’t refinance. And then what happens if/when he loses his job? Suddenly, he thinks foreclosure relief is a darn good idea, that’s what happens.
Two: I really, seriously doubt that every person who would be helped by the foreclosure relief plan deliberately set out to fuck up the economy and get a handout. Really. Most of us were making the best decisions we could with the information we had at the time. As was everyone else. Frankly, some people got lucky and some people got screwed.
Three: What about people like me and my family? We live in a 1,000 square foot home, which we purposely chose for affordability. When we took on this mortgage, it was completely reasonable going by our budget. (We have no credit card or installment debt, and we drive old cars so we don’t have to have car payments). Then the housing market started down, the banks stopped lending, and VSH’s clients (and therefore VSH) started losing projects right and left. He’s run his own business for eleven years, and now he’s having to shut it down and hope he can find a job (that lasts for more than two and a half weeks)–exactly how do you interpret this as being irresponsible? Well, I guess you could, if by “irresponsible” you mean “unable to psychically predict the future with 100% accuracy”.
Another thing–I haven’t had a chance to talk to Lyda for over three weeks. This is never a good thing, but especially when I’m being Ms. Crankypants. Lyda? Expect a phone call. No idea when, but it’s coming. Be prepared to sit.