As you may have read in yesterday's journal, Eric and his partners met with an lady yesterday who had an interest in investing in their new company.  If that were to happen, they would be off and running with all of the materials they need to hit the ground running.  They have several companies looking to contract them to do low voltage installation work and it's just a matter of gettin getting things set up.

The presentation went exceptionally well and the woman unofficially told them she wanted to invest, but she had to run it past her lawyer and financial advisor (fortunately, they are the same person) and would let them know in a couple of days (hopefully by the weekend).  The guys were very excited and ready to get things going.

By the time Eric got home, he was exhausted and depleted.  I was still really buzzed and wanting to hear anything and everything about what happened.  is answers were monosyllabic and very nonenthusiastic.  It was unsatisfying, to say the least.  I asked him how they planned to use the money and when would they get it once she said yes and what kind of salaries were they looking at for themselves (all three men are now laid off from their jobs and Mike doesn't even work where Dan and Eric did - talk about the hand of fate!) and when did they expect to start working?  He very blandly informed me that he didn't know any of that and they hadn't talked about how to spend the money.

WTF? 

Hadn't talked about how to spend the money?  Were they HIGH?  If someone gave me a wad of money to start a business, I'd have it all spent seven ways to Sunday and be bankrupt again before I got HOME!  How could they NOT talk about how to spend the money???  What did they do, sit on their hands and grin like chimps for three hours home from San Francisco?? 

I had a meltdown.  Left Eric to his dishrag self and went to my only safe place in the house:  the computer.  I tried to write a column on Power for the e-zine, The Rising Wind, that I write for every few weeks.  I couldn't put two words together.  After banging my head against the desk for a while, I asked The Universe to just give me a sign that I could trust this.  I've had so many big plans that seemed like a sure thing that would benefit me and/or my family in a profound way, only to find it had turned to dust in my hands.  It's hard for me to trust, so I tend to focus on the moment and enjoy whatever is there.  I trust the processes that work in the Universe that constantly steer us toward our own greatest good, but I don't trust it to give me the fun stuff.  Fun stuff is great, but as far as what is good for us, it's usually superfluous.   This could be a fun thing were we could have enough money to go on, get medical insurance, pay up our bills and get more reliable transportation.  Lots of stuff like that.  This could be great, plus Eric could have his dream of being independent and having his own business.   I really wanted a sign that this time, it was going to happen.

Just then, the phone ring.  The sign!!  Nope, just Josh, fussing about his lovelife and worries and such.  I sat on the couch to talk to him and about ten minutes later, Eric opened the front door.  He'd been on the porch in his thinking/smoking place and he said, "Honey, look at this."  As he said that, this little girl:

came running in and jumped up in my lap.  Eric had been sitting on the porch and she came flying into the yard and leapt into his lap.  She is not a weenie dog as always said I'd have when we had enough money.  She's a little mixed breed that looks a whole lot like our very old puppy, Dixie (she's 18).  She's doxie colored and has the body, but has longer, thinner legs.  She's probably about 8 months old or so and is the most loving, cuddly, sweet little thing ever.  She's a spayed female and slept the night crooked into my tummy and didn't move.  This morning, she immediately went out for potties. 

Obviously, she belongs to someone.  There's no collar, but she's well cared for and her tail is docked.  :(  ow.  I love waggy tails.  There was no one around her and no one in the nearby houses has claimed her.  I'm going to watch for lost dog signs and if an owner doesn't show up, she's mine.  :)  Her name may not be Elvis, but she's just perfect.

So that's what's going on here.   We're waiting for the final word on what Investor Lady is going to do and then the guys will start going through the offers they're receiving for work.

Thanks for all of the good energy you've been sending and if all goes well, this lay off won't create a hardship.  If it does, we've sure been there before and have experience dealing with it.

The other two guys in the partnership are actually worse off being unemployed than we are because they were living in a much higher standard, so they have more bills and bigger ones than we do.  That definitely motivates them to get the ball rolling and make the business a success.  I've always had an innate fear of A) owning a house and B) owning  a business.  Both just sound like way more hassle than what they're worth.  I'm going to have to re-evaluate my stand on both, take a deep breath and jump into the future.

In

Out

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forward.

Love,

Katrina

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