This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Thursday, February 20, 2014


I've come to realize of late my editing of bad english and grammar is becoming lazy so this weekend I will go back thru and make corrections on the last dozen blogs.  My apologies for laziness.

News story about 30% of people under 35 are living at home with mom and dad and of course these stories take one of two angles; that the under 35 are losers who can't grow up or the economy is so bad they can't afford to strike out on their own.  Both are probably true.

But it does bring up a cultural shift we are going to see in this country coming up very soon, a return to an older way of living.

Due to the great affluence of the American society in the 20th century, our way of living changed.  Before that, as in many other countries, it is not strange to see 3 or 4 generations of a family in one house, building, or plot of land.  Farmers and ranchers built new homes for each son or daughter to live on, families stayed in same apartment buildings, additions were added to homes for the son and his new wife.  This was common practice for centuries.

Enter the American Dream of the 20th century, which is officially dead, families split up an moved not just out of the homes, not just out of the neighborhoods, but out of the towns, cities, and states.  We becomes clipper ships, sailing the planet with no rudder.  Families were spread apart with parents 3000 miles from each child.

However, those days are coming to an end, quickly.  First of all, with our new global economy, expecting every member of the family to be gainfully employed at all times is a joke.  Baby boomers, Gen X, Gen Y, and Gen Zero are all suffering long term unemployment and each is probably hitting up folks for help.  Those same folks are going to have a hard time or are struggling in retirement and need help.

Let's face it, it's time to dump the paradigm we thought we'd have and create a new one.  Rather than have people trying to make it on 1/2 salary and skyrocketing rents, families need to start consolidating back to the old structure, sharing homes.  And people need to start thinking about rather than each one person renting an apartment, maybe four or five get together and rent or buy a house to share expenses; which means at times everyone is going to have to carry another person in the group, that is our future.

The old story of the Tao, ride the river, don't fight the current.  Trying to maintain an old paradigm in a world where the paradigm is dead puts undue stress on a person and in the end is a lost cause.  The new paradigm we are coming to, for 90% of the population, is a return to the old; a family that lives together, three or four generations under one roof, where grandparents take care of the kids while both parents work, where kids become teens and start caring for the grandparents in their spare time, where teens work and contribute to the family; go to college at a community college for two years, learn a trade as well as geometry and English, then finish your degree locally or online while everyone pulls weight in maintaining the family home.

And for those in later years, no kids or kids that don't care, they need to find like minded adults in their churches and groups and consider consolidating their lives and buying or renting an old house where rents and expenses are shared, maintenance is shared, work is shared, and who will help out each other when jobs are lost, people get sick, etc.

That is designing the successful future in our new world.  The 20th century american dream is history, for most.  Those pensions and health care in retirement are going away and if you are getting one now, don't count on it lasting another 10 years, it won't.  City after city, state after state, is going to default on those pensions and lifetime health care you were promised.  Deal with it now.

And don't think, I know - here he goes again, don't think your IRA and 401K are safe; you will discover that the government is going to come after all that money and try to make it sound like it's a good deal and in your best interest - but it's not.

Minimize, consolidate, and hide.  Let's face it, how many baby boomers joined or wanted to join a commune when you were young?  Well, turns out you were just years ahead of your time.

ITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you