Having never done a blog before, I am not sure how it is supposed to work.  Who will  read it? What would make it worth reading? Who would care about what I have to say anyway?  My thoughts, ideas and opinions are not really that unique.  Lots of people think as I do. My daily routine is no different than a billion others who go to work everyday, bust their ass and come home only to start it over again the next day. My personal life is not that much different than anyone else's either.  I am approaching 61 years old. Getting close to retirement, I guess. I would like to say I will retire at 62, but with the economy the way it is, my health, my expenses, I may die on the job.

My youngest daughter came in from Phoenix for a visit.  I worry about her alot. All she has ever wanted to do in life is teach. To go to class each day and help mold the minds of youngsters. To be called "Teacher". She struggled a little through high school but graduated cum laude from a university. Passed all the tests and requirements to be an accredited California teacher. Everything right. But alas, no jobs in sight. Teachers were and still are being laid off. Not much chance for a newby.  Sad. She has tried for a long time now and has incurred a mountain of debt only to be denied time after time. She has become depressed and been put on meds which she can't afford. No insurance!  She has tried other types of work but all are part time and uninteresting to her. She has been married to her husband for 5 years and he does all he can as a cabinet maker. Housing is expensive, health insurance is totally unaffordable and what little money they do bring in goes to the few bills they have.  They lived with us for a couple years but that gets old for a young couple.  They moved to Phoenix hoping to find something they can pin their hopes on.  Its only been about 2 months and not much success. Her depression continues and she struggles finding a Dr. that will help. Guess if you have no insurance, no one wants to even talk to you. They have even called her a pill shopper, a drug addict.  People can be so cruel. It brings a tear to my eye sometimes.  A dads job is to fix things. Make things work, make it better. I can't fix this. Its so frustrating to not be able to do anything.  If I had a million dollars I could pay off her student loans and relieve some of her stress but no much else.  Everyday I worry I will hear that she is no longer with us. God how sad I would be.  I know my health is suffering because of this but that doesn't concern me too much.  I am told to lower my stress level. Yea right.