2017-04-05 / Editorials

Mike Reese

“I was just thinking”

You know, there are days, weeks, or sometimes longer when something good needs to happen to offset, even if just a little bit, all the aggravating, disappointing, and frustrating things going on in all our lives, all that stuff that dive bombs you from out of the blue. You know what I’m talking about. My life lately has been, let’s just say, involved. There’s illness in the family, insurance issues, dealing with the state and all its red tape, an eleven year old who’s really no problem, but still, an eleven year old girl. You know. And I can’t leave this out---it’s tax time, too. By the time you read this I will have already had an April Fool’s appointment with my very good “tax man.” But it is April First, which is a little disconcerting.

I’m sure that many of you reading this have difficult life issues, too, that might easily surpass mine. I’m thankful that my present problems are, at least, all surmountable, hopefully. They’re just not moving fast enough in the direction of surmountable. Patience is not one of my virtues.

So, I’m trying to be more positive, thinking of good things that can happen, or maybe have already happened, instead of focusing only on the negatives. A good thing that may happen is I might reach into an old jacket pocket and find an unexpected 5, 10, or maybe a 20. It’s not lottery money, but when that’s happened in the past, I momentarily felt like I’d just found a Ben Franklin.

Or, and this actually happened last weekend. I ordered a CD on line and was happy to find out there was no shipping charge and I didn’t have to spend $100 or more to qualify for the free shipping. And I think I’ll set my alarm for 6 a.m. next Saturday, so I can experience one of life’s positive events, waking up and realizing that you really don’t have to go to work. You know that feeling. But when you hear that alarm on a Tuesday, and you think its Saturday, well that can lead you to use your “bad vocabulary.” And this just happened five minutes ago.

I was anticipating a Popeye’s supper, but my wife called and asked me if a steak sounded good. I answered her with something similar to, “Heck yea, that’ll be doggone good!” And, of course, hearing your dentist say, “Everything looks fine. See you in six months,” is always a pleasure.

But, an “I love you Papa” and a big hug by a grandchild tops all of life’s problems. What problems? You just have to stop, take a deep breath, and remember life’s “little big pleasures.”

And fate, I’m talking to you now. I wouldn’t mind six numbers falling Saturday night that exactly match my Powerball ticket. That would make me happy, really happy, but still way down the list when measured against “I love you, Papa,” and that tight hug around my neck.

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