Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 8-15-11
Sometimes, gentle readers, I worry that I might be worrying too much. Yep. I think that most folks that read this column know that I suspect most times that there is a snake under every rock! Sometimes there is a snake under some of the rocks. I know, sometimes I wonder if there is a difference between wondering and worrying.
Are you even thinking when we are worrying? I don’t know, I would suspect that we would have to be thinking while we are worrying. I know that we are thinking when we are wondering about something or another. Agreed?
I see where the stock market is worried about our recent downgrade we received from Standard and Poors. I would worry if I had a bond rating company and it had the word “poor” in it. I don’t have any money in the stock market as I quit that game long ago and that’s what it is … a game. I try not to worry too often about things that I have no control over. I learned a few years back when my family was in a health crisis that worrying night and day only made me feel worse. But, you can’t help but worry in those situations.
There are some of you out there right now going through some terrible times and you are about to worry yourself to death. I sympathize with you. Your troubles will not last forever and that day will come when you will be doin’ okay. I promise.
There is a scientist, I can’t recall his name, but he is well known for his brilliant observations. He is confined to a wheel chair and can only talk through his computer. I think he uses a straw to operate it. He cannot move arms, legs, hands or fingers. He has a lot to worry about but I don’t think he does. He has risen above all his disabilities and keeps his mind occupied solving some of the more interesting questions of the day. Kudos for him.
I really have little to worry about. I should be doing more wondering than worrying. I’m going to work on that all this week.
I took my son-in-law into Denver to pick up a motorcycle he had purchased. I do worry about the traffic on the freeways in Denver and with good reason. On our way back out of Denver a woman quickly crossed over into his lane as if she never even saw a motorcycle there. Just before she creamed him, she whipped back across into the lane she came out of. I didn’t have time to worry about that incident until it was over and I began to wonder if he would make it back home safely. Yes, I worried all the way home as I stayed right in behind him.
I’m glad I don’t look like Alfred E. Newman, you know, the guy on the cover of Mad Magazine and he sez … “What, me worry?” I would be worried if I looked like him.
Try not to worry. It will just put wrinkles in your brow. Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. y’all, all y’all.
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