I’m sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, and I’m not looking forward to swapping it for sitting in my car, and taking a 300 mile long drive with lots of worrying at the end of it. We’re leaving as soon as my Lady Wonder Wench is ready to go. One of our sons got hurt, and we’re going to the hospital to see him.
I like to kid you a lot…because I liked BEING a kid, and I LIKE the kid inside me who just won’t seem to grow up. But if you’re going to ride along this road with me by reading this blog, and listening to the podcasts that go with them, it’s only fair to also tell you when we hit the pot holes. And we’ve just hit a beauty.
Big Louie, his own bad self…the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation has a quote that fits here. Louie says, “Grab the good stuff before your goodies grabber wears out.” My goodies grabber is still working fine, and in fact I think it just latched on to something interesting from this nasty situation.
Last year, when my Lady had her accident, and I almost lost her, I remember getting furious at God, because she’s never done any thing on purpose to hurt anybody…so who is this God and why should He let this happen to her if He’s all good and all powerful.
Well, one of the amazing lessons that came out of those questions, was that God never said He was all good and all powerful. In fact, God and Popeye the Sailor Man define themselves exactly the same way. And now…so do I.
In the bible, God is quoted as saying, “I Am Who Am.” And Popeye says, “I yam what I yam.” And I figure that’s pretty good company, so I have a right to say the same thing about myself. Which means I am who I am too. Just like God and Popeye. And here’s the kicker: None of us really have a choice. Not even God.
But that doesn’t get us off the hook for trying our best. If we’re going to think we have things in common with God and Popeye, we’ve got to remember that Popeye works out hard, and eats his spinach every day, and takes care of Olive Oil the best he can. I have no Idea what Got has been doing since those first seven days. But the holy guys tell me He spends His time taking care of His people. So I try to do the same thing. I do my job the best I can, and I take care of my people too… especially my Lady Wonder Wench…and our kids.
Some days my results are better than others. But then, Popeye didn’t win all his fights. And remember, God created Hitler. So W.Wench and I are just like any parents… sometimes we wish we had the opportunity for a “do-over” with our son.
My buddy Al talks about “do overs” in his podcast called, www.BananasCrackersandNuts.com Guys will probably remember “do overs” very well. When we did something really stupid in a game, we’d call for a “do over.” Usually, after a bit of a squabble, the other guys would say, “ok…go ahead.” And we’d get another chance.
One huge advantage that God has over Popeye and me, is that God gets as many do-overs as He wants. We…eventually…run out of ours.
Dick’s Details Quiz …all answers are in the current podcast.
1- What’s the difference between a “Dink” and a “Dork.”
2- What’ the “Pizza Penalty?”
3- Why does the rest of the world think Americans are a bunch of horney guys ?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
There’s a story about a guy who wishes he had one more do-over in his life in the current podcast. It’s from the Bedtime Stories Personal Audio Cd. It’s called the Prince of Fantasy. It’s about one of those days when it’s pretty clear that the screw up fairy has visited again…big time…and you’re fresh out of do-overs. If you like it, you can just keep the podcast, or if you want a fresh copy, just go to the home page and download it from the Bedtime Stories icon.
I like my buddy Al’s idea about life’s do-overs. Al’s an old friend. And like lots of old friends who have heavy duty opinions about everything, we’ve had some pretty loud…discussions… lately …about some things. Politics for example. But I think if old friends can stick it out long enough to get really old together they’ll probably get senile, and then they have the chance to become new friends again.
I think comfort is the key to friendship. Somebody is a friend when you’ve found you can trust each other enough to take comfort in each other’s company…even when the tires are popping in the potholes. That usually takes years. But not always. My buddy Bob is an example of an old friend I’ve only known for a short time. Lots of good, solid comfort there. It’s not the time…it’s the comfort level that makes an old and trusted friend.
I need old friends and new friends….both…just like we need both guys like the optimist who made the first airplane, and guys like the pessimist who made the first parachute. We need them both.
Whether you’re an old friend who used to listen to me on the radio, or a new friend from reading this blog, and/or listening to the podcast, I want to thank you for traveling my road with me…and putting up with the potholes. I’ll let you know how this works out on the blog as soon as we know anything more…because I know from your e-mails that some of you really care.
Friends can help to bail a guy out… when he hits such a pothole…that he’s afraid he may have completely broken his goodies grabber.
And only God gets an un-limited number of do-overs on this road. I hope He doesn’t decide Wonder Wench and I have used up our share this time.
It’s time to go.