Be Careful Of What You Wish For...

I sit here of a Friday nite, a tot of the Captain's in me, and a few good cold Molson Canadian's backs, and contemplate the state of things. It has been a very busy week, but I am getting my life back, mainly through asserting control and putting my tired old foot down...

Rosie is doing well with Bella Grande. It is very successful, and she is making money beyond her expectations. I have been supportive, even to the point of lettting my own work go. It has been her dream - a dream of ridding herself of corporate America, of being her own boss, setting her own hours, and forsaking the commute.

Yet today, after a very busy day, she is wishing for the "84 dollar day." She has gone far enough to coin the phrase, and I find it typical of "be careful of what you wish for."

Bella Grande is wildly successful. It is making good money, getting repeat customers, and is busy all day long. It is not a "hobby" as I think my Rosie would wish it to be. It is a thriving business in a community that is economically underdeveloped and needs the kind of service she provides. And for this she should be thankful.

Rosie, at 56 years of age, is as hedonistic as the old Coon. She likes her food, a bit of booze each night, and the fact she sets her own hours now. But she is already bitching about making too much money.

Be careful of what you wish for, my friends...

Drive on...

Charlie~

The Gasoline Wars

Sometimes it is tough being an American. I worry much about the current administration and where it is headed in the way of things. Last I knew, Dubya had a 32% approval rating. Man, what a legacy he is gonna leave!

Gas here in mid Michigan has hit 3 bucks a gallon off and on this last month. It is so bad that Rosie has hired a gal to work in the brick & mortar just for gas money. My son in law spends 70 bucks to fill up the tank on his Suburban, and he is on the road a great deal with the grandkids and soccer and baseball tournaments, and it is a strain even to him. Jason is a master electrician, and makes the big bucks, but my daughter works to maintain their lifestyle. It is not a good situation for everyone in this country...

It has finally happened. Rosie and I save enough in gas now to make the payments on the new building. We rode into Menard's this week, and Rosie was amazed to know that the price gas was at reminded me that when I was in my youth, learning to drive, I could buy 24 gallons of gas for the price of one today...

I have signed petitions put out by Granholm and company, and am doing my part by walking everywhere I need to go in town. I refuse to buy gas from Exxon-Mobile, because they are bleeding this country dry. When I read of gross profits of 13.6 billion for a quarter, I have to remind myself we have an oilman in the White House, and the only way to change it is to remove this miserable failure from office come election day.

Don't get me wrong. I am a patriot, and a decorated Viet Nam veteran. But my wife and I are feeling held hostage because we can no longer afford to make road trips just to see the countryside like we used to, and we make fairly decent money. Reports say any change will be in coming decades, and that oil will hit 100 bucks a barrel.

How sad...

Peace,

Charlie~