Life sure has a way of spitting in your face the moment everything seems to be going okay. Why does life have to be so damned hard? I know things could be worse. It could always be worse. One thing I have learned is to never ever ask if it could get worse because that’s exactly when it does. I’ve learned this lesson the hard way, several times. I could go into detail but I don’t want to bore you into a coma. Visions of hari kari also come to mind. I guess I’ve watched Airplane too many times. Maybe I should watch it again and forget my troubles for a little while .
On the good side, I am glad I left America when I did. I could be digging through dumpsters looking for food. Not that I’ve never dug through a dumpster before. I have several times. I know how to save a buck when I have to. I’ve found some really neat stuff in there – a nice pair of shoes, a dresser, a kitchen table that I gave to a friend, etc. It’s a real treasure trove. I just never go looking for food there – yet. I still would go dumpster diving if I still lived there but nowadays the garbage is probably already picked through.
On the bad side, my friends and loved ones are still there and struggling, some even asking if I have a spare room. And they were serious when they asked. Unfortunately, even Germany is not immune to hard times. The job I was counting on fell through and instead of hiring, the company is laying off. It was a disappointment but I will be okay. At least I have a roof over my head and I do have money coming in from freelance work and graphic art.
I don’t want my friends to think my life is all wine and roses over here because it isn’t. I work very hard whether it shows or not. At the moment it doesn’t. I’ve worked very hard all my adult life. I have a very strong work ethic which I am trying to instill in my son, the most stubborn child ever conceived. I haven’t been successful far but when I am you will know because I am going to take out a billboard ad.
Lastly, I hope it doesn’t get to the point where we’re all fighting for food in a dumpster. My friend in New York said he would throw me a sandwich if I came to visit him. That sure sweetens the pot. I’m on my way 
Shea, I think you’ll need a castle to fit all of us in.
But seriously, maybe you didn’t get the job you were hoping for because something better is coming along.
We’ll see. Meet ya at the dumpster
I call dibs on the one behind Crawdaddys.
The red zone is for the loading and unloading of passengers only ….