“Bobby Jo don’t worry ’bout nothin’!”
What good has worry done me, or you? Not one damn bit: what’ s coming is coming and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. Sure, you can study books, save money, watch tv shows about what foods to eat (then eat those foods), you can watch the TV news (and go insane), you can vote, get politically active, smell the flowers, meditate, have coffee with friends, have dinner with family; but, nothing is going to change the fact that one morning you’re going to pull up your pants and put your shirt over your head and you are NOT going to repeat the proscess at the end of that same day. Someone else is going to pull them off for you—poof that’s it.
So why worry? I learned this lesson from a someone I read about named Bobby Jo Dennison. He holed up in a local hotel room with his girlfriend or whore or whatever she was. He decided he wasn’t coming out. You think he was worried about retirement, his 401k, or his health insurance? Hell no, he wasn’t worried ’bout nothin’ —his life goes on as carefree as the lilies of the field, or the birds of the air, which Jesus talked about in the New Testament. Now, I don’t plan on threatening to cut off anyone’s toes or wear big jewelry, or my hat on backward, or have a teardrop tattoo, but I can try, just like Bobby Jo (and Jesus) not to worry.
Douggie Jo and Timmy Jo ain’t gonna worry ’bout nothin’ this week, as an experiment. We’ll see what happens.
10 minutes after I posted this we got a call from Doug’s doctor’s office that his PET scan is scheduled for March, 12th…a month to the day after he was laid off. This scan is to look to see the status of whether or not the cancer is gone.
Coincidence? I think not.