Grey Clouds

“Reflect on November” says my horoscope today. Since it is November 7th, it seems a rich idea. Time to reflect before it is too late. It has been Election day and post-election day and ever since there has been this  gray cloud hovering in my mind every morning when I wake up. There was so much desire for change, so much feverish hope for a new America, and beyond a new world. On november 2nd or was it the 3rd,  one could read in the NYT that Wall Street was back on track distributing bonuses of 60 millions+ to a bank CEO. Like if nothing had happened, like if there were not thousands –  sorry millions – of people who lost their jobs in the States and millions others struggling to pay their debts, reimburse their medical fees and struggle to offer decent studies to their kids. How can the work of one person be worth 60 millions if that work is not a piece of art, something unique which will inspire generations to come ? And the next  question (you’re so vain!) is of course. 60 millions… what would I do with such a big amount of money? Time to reflect. I can see 5 easily gone: buying a place I can call home, paying for university and school for the children, going to Catherine Malandrino’s sales ( it starts Wednesday, just enough time to cash the check), and dreaming of a cosmetic surgery make over from head-to-toe ( why stop at the forehead! and yes, tomorrow is my birthday…the cloud is now turning to dark grey!) I still have 55 millions to go which frankly I would be happy to give back to whom ever gave it to me in the first place. Hard to carry such a heavy load. Time to reflect. There has been other interesting things like the defeat of Thierry Henry in the Red Bulls eliminated in the first round of the play-offs only echoing my son’s soccer league defeat in semi finale, the ever pouring anger of the Bettencourt women ( too heavy a load!) and the most depressing take over of Hermes by LVMH. “If this is a friendly take over, Mr Arnault, if you are a friend, go away”, says Hermes general manager Patrick Thomas. Unfriendly so are those first days of November. Tonight I will celebrate with friends – real friends – trying to forget how un- amicable life can sometimes be!