Mad Jack Hanks: Easy to focus on the negative until something adds perspective
April 5, 2016
Wow, we hear the word "hater" a lot these days. Yep, we like to put labels on folks we don't even know and throw out all sorts of tags to attach to them. I think we do it because it makes us feel better. Well, gosh, Charlie Brown, we all have things that we hate as well as things we love. "I love that song, I hate those shoes, I love that blah, and I hate that blah, blah and so on.
Well, gentle readers, here is something that I hate — not feeling up to par.
Yep, I was layin' on the couch feeling sorry for myself when I realized I needed to get this column written and even worse, I hate it when I have no subject matter that I think is going to amount to a hill of beans when it comes to putting a column together when it just doesn't seem right. About this time of the year, I usually get a serious sinus infection and this time it slipped up on me and WHAM! POW! BAM!
I found myself trying to stay on my feet and hating the fact that, well, here we go again.
The past few days have been miserable.
When I looked in the mirror the other morning, I had a hard time trying to figure out who that feller was. I could hardly see as my eyes and face was so swollen from being awake all night coughing up junk and blowing my nose every fifteen seconds. I'm having a hard time at the present trying to stay focused and not screw up this effort. My face looks like it had been set on fire around my nose and eyes and began to melt into big sacks of skin under my eyes.
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You know how us old cowboys are.
We are stubborn. We hate going to see the doc, but as a matter of fact, I just had a physical a couple of weeks ago and all was well and good. I did go in to see the doc this morning only to be told that I couldn't see anyone until 3:30 this afternoon.
Just the same, I feel blessed because any time I don't feel good and start to whine, it doesn't take me but a moment to realize that Little Miss Martha would absolutely love to be here and be going through what I am going through.
Don't ya just hate it when you get smacked right back into focus when you would really just like to wrap yourself up in a little pity blanket until all is well?
I hate the wind as well. It has been very windy up here on the ONO as of late but by golly, it's springtime in the Rockies and the wind she does blow for many weeks to come. I had a friend come out with his wife, daughter and two granddaughters Sunday so the little ones could ride old Howdy.
I promised them days ago the little horse-crazy girls could ride some and determine if it was going to be necessary for Grandpa to buy them a horse in the near future.
When he saw me he offered, "dang Jack I didn't know you were sick, we can do this another time," I assured him that I was fine and there is no way I would send those little darlings back to town without letting them ride.
It was windy and cold and we didn't ride long, and I'm so glad I got to be a part of what put those huge smiles and giggles on those girls faces. It didn't promote me to getting better faster, but I'd hate to be the one to disappoint those little kids.
Well, my nose is running and I have tears in my eyes from the infection, but I finally did get this column written and I do thank you for bearing with me under the circumstances. I will do better next time.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, find more things to love than to hate and I'll c. y'all, all y'all. ❖