Holiday?

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Must be.  Which one I'll have to sort out.  Columbus Day?  Columbus' Day?  Whichever.  Are they still celebrating that?  Or has it been renamed?  I was wondering.  I called my back.  After eight, almost nine.  They didn't say why they weren't open, only that they were closed.  I figured banking hours haven't gotten that bad, though who knows.  Still, suspected it was... something.

So, no chance to call them today.  No calling the V.A. either.  Which is fine.  I'll have to celebrate Columbus somehow.  He had brass ones.  And... put them on the line.  I'm not sure if he really won.  I'm not sure anyone CAN win this game.  Not here, not now, not today, not in fullness, not in truth.  But... they can take risks, attempt to improve their lot, and the lot of their fellows, "superiors", even inferiors.

Someone will always lose.  Everyone will die.  Someone will win, for a while.  Some will go to hell for having won outrageously, and squandered the power, wealth, and potential of their position.  If, too, some will be damned for doing nothing with everything they were given.  The story of talents?  The one who buried it, to preserve it, had it taken.  The ones who took risks and made gains were granted what they made, and more.  Simple parables?  Though, merely of money?  

I don't think either.  Not... fully.  Though, if you had good work, and squandered the income on booze and ugly sorts of women, to no good ends?  How can you complain about someone who has worked hard, and saved.  Though, in a situation where the government has become a gross chooses of winners?  Then you have some points.

Me?  I... wasted much of what was in my sails.  Though, in all fairness, not only I, but medical, and others, didn't think I would still be alive on any given year after falling ill.  Wasting, or just... living until dying?  Further, I hadn't the wherewithal to put things together.  Even now, what I am doing it taking... care beyond my general means.  I will gladly allow you to judge me.  And, in a worldly way, fairly.  Do as though wilt.  Heck, throw stones.  I'd advise against it, but that's your choice.

Yes, I was going to call about setting up a loan, for a bike.  A bit frightening.  I really don't want a loan.  While there is the potential of getting at least some of my money back, on a sale, when I leave?  There is a chance no one will have anything with which to buy anything by next year.  It's coming, hard and fast.  Can they kick the economic can a few more years?  I can't be sure.

The only reason to sell the house, in good conscience, is because it isn't a financial instrument, and while there will be dips and rises, it will, over the time, be both a house, and gain value.  Not in three years, perhaps, or five.  But in ten, and more, it will gain great value.  More so if they make improvements.  I wouldn't sell like this if I thought otherwise.  Actually, I feel I am selling far short.  But, for the... right reasons.  To the right people.  

It will still be difficult for them.  Life IS difficult.  To be honest, if you want to destroy someone?  Just give them a million dollars.  Or, heck, a billion.  It would absolutely kill the heart and soul of most people.  Earner, kept, lost, given, it wouldn't matter.  That much money alters the mind.  But, give them just enough room to struggle through for the rest, and... you can do them a great favor.  Even if they may not always see it that way.  A house is a burden.  It will beat you to death, with it's needs, demands, problems, and... keeping up with the Jones', or trying.  Ugh.  But... I... am going to do as much as I can to ease people into a trap which will keep them humble, busy, but... alive and well.  Amen.  Later.