Ohhhhh I just love it! Dennis Hopper talking to me about retirement on my TV! Retro-Sheik Man, really out there. I needed that, no, I really needed that.
John, my good friend in Arizona called tonight. He is upset because the gas he bought for his barbequer cost more than the steak he planned to charcoal it with. (That was another thing that he was upset about, the price of charcoal) I try to tell John that he lives in a DESERT and everything that he consumes, has to be trucked in, brought to him. That 100 years from now it is still going to be a stinkin’ desert and it is more than likely going to cost 4 times as much.
But John is a worrier, and he is not happy unless he is worrying about something.
This has not been a good week for worriers. A whole lot of stuff going down. Kind of nice, being relaxed, I no longer find it necessary to worry about such matters as nuclear holocaust in the middle east, pesticide poisoning, or other dire catastrophes that I have no control over what-so-ever. Whether or not everyone keeps stacking National Geographic Magazines in their garages, the planet is going to sink in the next 25 years. If the number of microscope specimen slides submitted to Integris Hospital keeps up at its current rate, it will be buried in glass by 2010.
If Britney left the house without her underwear.
There has been a slight improvement here lately, I don’t worry as much as I used to, and that is good. I no longer worry about Islam, Muslim’s, communism, airline ticket prices, auto insurance, crime waves and the Brick Town Canal. Al Gore and quite a few others I suppose will have to learn how to hold their breath or tread water, but I am not going to worry about it.
What comes … Comes. Sorry.
For the most part have become the exact opposite. I have learned how to NOT worry. Lately I have come a long way, a few steps down a well worn beaten path. I don’t sit around and wonder about things that are totally out of my control. Having learned that “peace, and patience” are possible in my life, I call on them as my friends now and not foes.
Two things seem to be always with me in life, I call them constants for lack of a better description.
(#1) I was born to grumble and if given enough lee-way I can more than likely find something to grumble about. It is a choice. I am designed for the part, sagging face, weighty under-lip, rumbling, and resonant sort of voice. Money could not buy a better equipped grumbling outfit.
(#2) The Devil, select members of the Democratic Party or any Registered Republican will often avail themselves of my inherent nasty nature. Even tho’ they have no right to put my discordant state of mind into the lives of others I come in contact with and rob them of their sunshine and brightness.
They often do, and I allow it.
They do not have the right to use me in this fashion, just as I have no right to come into a strangers house and rob them and steal their silverware. Like I said, “it is a choice. What you make of it, is YOUR business.” I guess I am somewhat disgruntled. Used that word in an item earlier on in the week, said that I was a bit disgruntled.
Always liked that word, “disgruntled” my boss used it quite a lot when describing people who influenced his limited circle of impotence (spelled that way intentionally, I know the difference). Come to think of it, he was constantly “surrounded by disgruntled people” as I remember it.
Disgruntled. It has that medi-mucile sound to it, like I cannot answer the telephone right now, I am a bit disgruntled. Ate too much cheese at Domino’s last night and I may be a bit disgruntled. Hah! This is more fun than a coffee enema (which is mainly adjusting my total word count for the day and offending the few of you who have a modicum of good taste, this could possibly make YOU disgruntled).
When I am disgruntled, I am a sick, twisted, perverted individual; (I really love that in a person, don’t you?)
Today I am going to trashcan that word (disgruntled), run it through my shredder and throw it away. I am going to replace it with one of these instead: Joy, peace, patience, vision and/or hope. One thing is for sure, regardless of which word I choose, I am not going to worry about it.
Yeah, we will make up a totally new word just for this …. Dwabi: (Pronounced “Do-Whah-Bie”)… From the Latin word, baloney … Meaning: Don’t Worry About it.
Someone ought to start collecting all of these whacky words and make a book of it. It would make for a good Bathroom Reader. We should do this more often.
Oh well, I am outta here … Time for my shot.