Movin' on up

So. I'm now in a "gated community" which means that if you're trying to get into my complex, and you don't have a clicker, you just sit there at the gate until someone behind you comes along with one, and you enter. Yay me!

There's a drive-thru Starbucks not ten yards from my complex. Oh, we're moving up, all right. I can tell I'm on the white-people side of the train tracks (there are actual train tracks, BTW) because I went to the Ralphs to look for greens for my guinea pigs, and the most they had was collard greens and green-leaf lettuce. Oh, the iceberg that stretched beyond imagining. The hothouse tomatoes that were piled in pyramids. No chickens feet were in the meat section, no cow tongue. I walked out and drove down to the Henry's that's about ten miles away, whereas the Ralphs is on the next block. What can I say? My boys need their dandilion greens and red chard.

As for Fanny May...well, my mom delivered her keys and was given the money that Fanny May had promised. She talked to the guy for a little while, and told him that she didn't blame him, and she knew that it was his company that was to blame. He asked her if she had been in the government-assisted program to help lower her mortgage rates, and she said yes. He nodded and said that Fanny May and other lenders have been playing along with those programs, but only for so long. Then they foreclose. They help just enough people to keep the government off their backs, and everyone else gets the shaft. He said that FM owns so many properties right now that they aren't putting in new carpeting or painting the walls. The houses sell at auction as-is, for better or worse.

Right now, we're trying to find some advocacy groups so that we can share our story, and maybe start trying to get people to take notice.

As for me...I'm getting an A in math so far this semester, though I'm way behind in my homework (hopefully I'll fix that this weekend), and I'm doing all right.