Tomorrow marks six months that I have been without full-time employment. A lot can happen in six months. I have been extremely blessed to have few financial worries during this past half year. I received money from the buyout and from my 401k rollover and am eligible for unemployment benefits, which will soon be extended because Kentucky is one of several states with an unemployment rate of more than 8 percent. In addition, I am still serving my church in Smithfield, which is in Henry County, just the other side of Shelbyville, and I have received several freelance writing assignments. It’s been good.
But I am a bit of a worrywart, and I confess I did wonder when or if everything would blow over, leaving me destitute and desperate. I thought that was going to happen this past Sunday when, as I was driving home from Smithfield, my “check engine” light went on. That’s rarely a good sign. Sometimes you luck out and all you have to do is tighten your gas cap, but I had a feeling this was not going to be that kind of deal. Also, some belt or other kept tweeting like a bird whenever I started my car, making me fear that it would fly off its cylinder and leave me stranded on I-64 or somewhere worse.