I think my neighbors are moving. They had their house on the market for a year and a half, and then it wasn't on the market, and it didn't sell, and now they're loading boxes.
Yesterday in church a family we know announced that they have taken their son out of school and are thinking of moving to Mexico because their house is in foreclosure, they are both out of work, and this is an opportunity to make a new start.
My house in town will be vacant in a few days. Hard times visited on our tenants, a family with six children, and they are moving. It's not just trashed. It's flop-house trashed.
I keep thinking that the market is not that bad in our area. That the economy is "not that bad" around here.
How bad is "not that bad" before it's just, you know, bad?
I want to focus on today's applesauce and cheese making extravaganza, but I am weighed down by sadness at the change of tide.
It can't be pushed back. I am completely powerless to help any of these situations; this is a "Be still and know that I am God" kind of a time. Every fiber of me is straining to find something to do, to fix it for my friends and neighbors and for myself. But I don't have $700 million, and money's not going to fix it anyway.
Maybe a little more canning. Or a drive through the countryside taking pictures as the leaves turn. The tide will still be going out and the economy will do what it will, but my worrying is not adding anything to the discussion.