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Unveil the yellow orb, please

The last time we saw the sun was last Friday. Seven days ago. According to the weather forecast, we may see the sun for a couple of minutes on Sunday, but that’s if we’re lucky and the next rain storm doesn’t move in a couple of hours early. In other words, probably no sun until the middle of next week. At the earliest. If we’re really, really lucky. At least the temperatures are relatively mild. We’ve stuck to the low to mid 50s both day and night. The next few days will be a little warmer, so it’s not like winter is knocking at the door yet. And my house, for reasons only it understands, has stayed at a pretty constant 70 degrees without turning on the furnace or lighting the wood stove once this season. But sunshine would be nice. It’s so gloomy looking around here. I need a few hours of sunshine. Deeply, truly.

I suppose, though, in the absence of sunshine, I’ll take news stories like this. They tend to infuse my day with a bit of sunshine.

But, conversely, there is this cloud called sharply rising consumer prices. Mostly because of soaring energy costs, which make just about everything else more expensive. We’re in deep water here and we haven’t even hit winter. I think people are seriously starting to feel the pinch. As I drove through the new McMansion neighborhood up on the hill behind my house, I counted seven For Sale signs. And it’s a small neighborhood. The houses originally sold for around $700,000 and, looking at all the Cadillac and Mercedes SUVs sitting in driveways, with some more modest Porsches and BMWs dotting the landscape, I’d guess that many of these folks are mortgaged/car loaned to the teeth. The skyrocketing costs of fuel and natural gas and food—and everything else—must be killing them. The American Dream is about to be downsized. I wonder who is going to buy those houses and how much of a loss the people selling them will be willing to take in order to get out while they still have something left.

Posted on 10/14/05 at 08:47 AM
 




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