Oh, yeah - on the personal front, we move in three weeks into a house that isn’t finished yet, and where the schedule is now so tight that one delayed inspection could have us living in a hotel for a while. I have a to-do list that’s impossible to fulfill in the time allotted and I start a gig that may have me commuting to Hamilton on a daily basis next week. Add to that the almost certain reality that the RRSPs and the RESPs have lost money and I don’t know what’s up with the GICs. (I don’t think they can have lost money, but they might not have made as much as they’re supposed to.) The people that bought the ‘old’ house are obliged to cough up a whack of money in three weeks, but if they go broke, we’re kinda up a gum tree, and the new car and the piano depend on being on budget and on time with the house. (The car is desperately needed as it’s not a sure thing that it’s got another 1000km in it. I realize on some level that I may not get the piano of my dreams right away, like it looked like I would a couple of months ago, but it’s all that’s keeping me from crying uncontrollably in the corner right about now)
Add to that my anxiety about the current election (Not said to antagonize you - I realize we’re on totally opposite sides, Leaffan, but I’m sure you’re as worried about my side winning as I am about yours) and what the economy is going to do to the government input and philanthropy on which both our livelihoods depend, and the fact that it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to cycle in Toronto without a smog mask anytime in the near future, and you have some pretty sleepless nights in the Ministry right about now. My blood pressure is high enough that if I prick my finger, I’m going to spray paint the neighbour’s house across the street.
Employment - well, I’ve been self-employed in the Arts for 26 years now, and I’ve lived with a level of employment uncertainty that my friends and family can’t begin to comprehend. It may get worse, but it’s always been uncertain, even in the good times.
Still, my parents lived through the Depression and the Second World War (my father in Alberta and my mother in Glasgow) and they both said “It’s a fine life if you don’t weaken…”
If they could live through that, I can muddle through this.