This evening I went out to a wine bar with a dear friend who I'm pretty sure is a lifelong Republican. As the level of wine in bottle went down, the craziness level of the conversation went up. To wit:
*) Sarah Palin is an idiot, and thus is dangerous. (I helpfully pointed out that some liberal commentators have named her "Caribou Barbie".) My Republican friend is rather upset about Palin shooting wolves from an airplane.
*) We're all going to hell in a handbasket, and should start raising chickens. One friend decided to name his Corky after the former World Latin Champion and "Dancing With the Stars" teacher Corky Ballas.
*) Those of us who have accounts at WaMu are going to withdraw $1000 tomorrow and stick it under our mattresses (I am a Bank of America customer, I got some crap for that in the past from my hippie friends, but I notice that BofA seems to be holding things together lately -- and has bought Merrill Lynch).
I suppose I should be freaking out but what can I do at this point? I'm stuck here until and unless I can sell my place, which I can't in this market. And if worse comes to worse I can move back to where my parents live, pay off their mortgage, eat vegetables from their home garden, and raise a couple of chickens. I'll name one Inna, after my favorite female teacher on "Dancing with the Stars," Inna Brayer. Too bad she got voted off this week.