Inside My Mind

Time is running out quickly on a miracle. In 15 short days, if a miracle does not occur, life as we have known it here in the Den will be altered dramatically. Life in the cornfield may come to an end.

Sales have gone flat. Renewals have become fewer. The loss from Iohn's out-of-work status for over a month and a half is taking its toll.

We are at a crossroad. We are going to sell whatever we can over the next few days in a yardsale at Mom's in Sullivan. Try and get as much money as we can. It won't be enough, but it will help.

To the contrary, Mr. President, in our part of the US of A, the economy has not bounced back, is not improving. Here in the cornfield, the economy continues to slide into the muck and mire. Here in the cornfield it is as though we are all woolly mammoths caught in the tar pits.

Your lackadaisical performance in the Oval Office in inspiring hope and resolve during last night's televised presidential address did the opposite. You provided no substantial plan. You provided no tangible hope. You mouthed words without bite. You not only are not having a positive impact on the economy, job market, but now you aren't providing clear leadership on the Gulf oil spill.

Unfortunately, reality smashed my rose-colored glasses years ago. I must face each day the stormy reality of life. I don't have the ability to ignore and beam a smile of complacency and just be happy.

So this Wednesday morning, the middle of June, I wait. Hope fades. Faith is strained. Contingencies are planned. Alas, time is running out.