Real Estate – A Cautionary Tale
November 4, 2009 in Modern Madness, Personal
I was trying to do my list of twenty things, but I am really too stressed out, and then I thought that I would relate to you what I have been going through and how it pertains to the housing problem that the nation is having. I am right smack dab in the middle of the nation (Tulsa, the prong in the buckle of the bible-belt), and trends start on the coasts and work their way slowly into the interior, so I am on the back loop of every upswing and downturn. Fashions, if they ever do arrive here, take a few years to get here. The housing problem hit us a little later than everyone else.
As a longtime lurker (pure, unadulterated laziness), I have recently been made aware of the fact that I should contribute to be an upstanding member of the Wordsmoker community, so I thought that I would tell you about the dream that I had last night (WHO is paying NOW?? *insert maniacal laughter*). It wasn’t so much what happened in the dream that was unusual, as it was the texture of the dream itself. Also, please excuse my dream for somewhat reverting to stereotypes, as some dreams I can control, but this one was not one of those.
