Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Bright Spot of 2012

I tried retirement this year.  It stank!  So, I took another job, but I think it is actually costing me more to work than I am making.  I must have one of those jobs the Obama administration brags all the time about creating.  Its not a job!  It's a tax!

I may have to open my own business so that I can at least benefit from the tax write off of loosing money while working my tushie off.  More on this later as it progresses.  Meanwhile I'm enjoying an unusually mild Christmas season.  Lower heating bills!  Lower income!  Shorter shopping lists!

Some things are looking up though.  The price of groceries, the cost of healthcare, homeowner's insurance premiums, auto insurance premiums, clothing costs, electric costs.  Yep.  All up!  As for the folks who call this prosperity?  They can have my share!

Merry Christmas!  The one bright spot of 2012!

Dread
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