1920's

Last night I went to see "The Artist" a new silent flim set in the late 1920's and early 30's.

This is one of a few depression era flims I have in the last year. The thing is that it is so taboo to say the word 'depression' as if we utter the word things will get worse. The already are worse. There are so many people that are up against the ropes and have little or no way of advancing. Its not just here but in other countries as well.

While the film I saw last night was great and really sweet,it brought home to me what is really going on here. Right now I have my homemade jam in the frig, we now make our own soda, and have a flock of chickens. There is a bottle of make-up remover in my bathroom that has two drops left and I won't throw it out yet.

I have been wasteful in the past but not now. Its not that I don't have nice things or all my shoes have holes in them. Its just that I'm not buying anything new and using everything I have to the last drop.

This year people are getting tamales and cookies from me. Its not that I am really into the holidays. I just want to be nice and generouse and this is all I can do. So can we please say that this is a depression already? Will the stocks crash further if we say it out loud? Maybe if we dare to say it we can stop pretending there is a recovery when there isn't one. In the mean time I may rent out more 1920's and 1930's films to see how they did it the last time....oh yeah the dust bowl era. Time to write a follow up to The Grapes of Wrath.

Great day

Yesterday I had a great day. It was my plan to make tamales and I did that. When I put them to steam I was able to rest a bit in the living room and I thought, this is nice.

I love making food and sharing it with others. It was nice to have all my dogs in the house and they were happy and sleeping. That's one of the great things in life. It was nice to have a break from my work and be at home. Sure its been cold and windy, which made staying home nice.

I have already received some good reviews on my food. Which makes it so much more rewarding. The things I have learned in this depression, is that home made goodies really mean more. While its true I work at the mall, those things that are mass produced mean less than baking or cooking for people.

It doesn't have to be just this time of year. I have been making jam and giving it out in the summer. I made some cookies and gave those out and now the tamales. I am done. Why not share what you have? Since I can get samples I give those to friends and my man takes them to his work and gives them out. This has been going on for months.

All this is a way to get away from all the negativity at work. There have been a couple of women that have been horrid to me. They do not get any of my cookies or tamales. I like finding ways to share and give, if people are nice to me, I will be nice to them.

The same goes for my family. Since they have not been nice to me then I have no reason to be nice to them. I recently found out my mother talks about me, as if we talk every week. In reality we have not spoken in 10 years. This may have gotten back to her, now she is mad. Well if she wasn't a user and didn't always want money and for me to steal from my man and not tell him, then maybe we would be close. At least the person she complained to knows me, and knows she is crazy.

In my little world, I can be happy with helping others and giving my friends gifts. It makes me feel good and I have a great day.