Got news today that our bank failed. Actually it’s more of my sons’ bank than it is ours now, but I did all my banking there when I owned the newspaper.
They will be shutting down the branch that’s in our town, which means the boys will have to do all their banking by mail or move accounts.
Since I’ve had problems finding full-time work for over a year now, I’ve done my share of thinking about the economy–and battling the resultant depression/anger/helplessness that comes right along with that.
Anyone with horses who suffers a severe financial setback knows the gut-churning worry about expenses–and if there is one hard-and-fast rule with horses, it’s that there are ALWAYS unexpected expenses. So far we’ve been able to keep our horses, but I know that may change tomorrow.
But there are upsides, too, really. One of the very best fringe benefits of not having any money is you don’t have to worry about losing it. That comes in handy when the Dow is doing its best belly-up impression.
No. 1 son and I worked on the weeds in front of our house this morning…apparently our small town decided they’re not going to spray the weeds along the roadway up in our neck of the woods (probably due to budget cuts). That decision has resulted in giant mutant kochia–we have plants as tall as I am around the fringes of our yard, where they’ve been able to sneak a little water. It was quite a job to get rid of them.
I discovered that if I put my phone in my back pocket upside down, the speaker still pokes up, allowing us to listen to disco tunes while we worked (not that I actually listen to disco music or anything. Ahem.).
Kochia is one of the weeds that my horses like, and according to what I’ve read, it’s got quite a bit of protein in it–but it’s also got oxalates, so you have to be careful. Normally the mares eat the tops off and keep the plants grazed down starting from early spring on, and the grazed plants lose their mojo pretty quickly.
Kochia is drought resistant (if your kochia weeds are wilted, it’s a hot day) and it’s tougher than snot once it gets big. The baby plants are small, cute, easily-damaged gray-green fuzzy things, and if you’ve got a patch of disturbed dirt out here in the springtime, chances are that it will be covered with a fuzzy layer of baby kochias.
I’ve often fantasized about bringing the mares home for weed control–even the weeds they don’t eat they often kill by lounging on top of them for a while–but big strapping boys are pretty lethal, too.
I half-jokingly suggested to No. 1 son that he fetch the axe when he started to work on the monsters, but he is a ninja shovel master after a summer of hand labor and made short work of it.
Some things never change. Yes, the banks may fail, but the kochia will still be growing. I find that strangely comforting.