Bumbles, Bumble

I see it in the morning, the bouncing bumble craters; divots in the political landscape. Watch where the little ball lands, a winner every time. A sort of breakfast table roulette; your stack? You are sitting in it; your wife, the two and a half kids upstairs, your life insurance in the safe deposit, her jewelry at the bank in her box, the rest in the markets?

The markets…

Read _the job. The home, your wife, your kids, your Jeep, the golf club membership, the PTA, home for her Christmas with the kids, New Years in NYC with the family, and Broadway tickets.

A large investiement in the future, a risk. This is not the same assessment we’d each like to experience, but it is _all of that,certainly. It’s there on the morning news.

By noon the worry is behind you as life goes on weekends; the other schedule engages and parents spend most of the day as chaparone, counselor and on call bandaid and love dispenser.

The morning slips away and your your mind with it in all that.

By Monday, it takes effort to get informed, and effort is a limited resource with work demands. On the drive to the office, Monday’s news looks worse.

At the office, your cell phone rings.

Suddenly it’s not just in the news it’s here, especially here, on the other end of the phone.

It’s your wife, she was just laid off.

Bumbles, bumble.