Limbo Land Part 2

Yesterday I was teaching private yoga to a lovely lady who was delighted to find out what her body would allow her to do if she was gentle with it. As we were finishing up the class, I noticed my husband came home. It was 11:30...this couldn't be good. Making myself stay focused on my client, I didn't allow myself to speculate. Or maybe I just didn't want to know. My first thought, as always "is my Dad okay?" My second: His mom? His dad? the car? Sigh.

His job. Wow. After all these years? Really? Like really? We are now part of the growing statistics... part of all the poor souls who have lost their jobs. Their primary source of income. We've been praying for all his co-workers that they've been laying off over the last 8 months. Never dreamed he would be one of them. They (management) kept telling him he would not be one of them-- his job was secure because he was the only person in the office who knew how to do everything. Course, since they gone from a staff of 90 to 15 in 8 months, I guess they don't have much of everything that needs someone to know how to do it.

So, wow. We've talked about this for months. The what ifs.... "well, should I look for a full time job? what do I do about my now finally doing well business? should we refinance? should we go ahead and try and sell the house and move to a less expensive area? where? what about the kid's college? what in the world kind of job could I get that would make up for your income? How bad do we really think this economy will get? Are we all gonna live in tents? Obama will make it better...." and on and on. Preparing but not preparing. Which we now realize was stupid. Refinancing and consolidating is much harder when you don't have verifiable income.

All shall be well. Telling the kids was tough. Cory, bless his heart, came in from work and took one look at his Dad being home during the day "WHAT? You don't work no more?" (with a comical old man New York accent) Barry & I laugh. Poor Cory. "well... as a matter of fact, no, I don't work no more" "S*&&" "Yeah". He instantly runs upstairs and comes down with his tips from the night before.... "here's rent". Cory, who just found out his Starbucks store is closing and he will lose his daytime job in 30 days.... offering rent. Very sweet.

All shall be well. We were worried that Rhia, in college, would think she would HAVE to come home... she's been stewing for awhile with all the pay cuts Barry's gone through in the last year. We will work it out. If the worst thing that happens is she spends a year in community college...hey, a degree is a degree. All shall be well.

They closed down Barry's email account instantly. After all those years. He hadn't even made it home. He had to draft a letter to his contacts trying to keep it upbeat. Instantly...prayers of support, offers of help, leads for jobs. His brother even offered to take care of Rhia's college. We are so blessed. All shall be well.

So here we are. We've decided not to panic. He's working on his resume "honey, where's my resume?" "dear, that was 4 computers ago..." We'll try and refinance-- I put my rusty old wheeling dealing mortgage brain on in the shower yesterday... "you mean to tell me with a loan to value ratio as low as ours, you're still gonna verify income and do an appraisal? Honestly, you should pray we default! You could use the money..." All shall be well.

Know anyone who wants to hire a Jane of all trades?

Seriously, thank you all for your prayers and support and Reiki... we feel it. Wow. All shall be well.