I don't know how it was in the "old" days. Maud and John used to sit on their front porch, in their rocking chairs, watching the sun set, behind the hills. John would smoke his pipe and Maud would do some crocheting. Life was good, serene, living in their twilight years.
I am now in my twilight years, to say the least. I can't sit on our front porch, we are having a Derecho.
we had a Derecho this same time last year. I don't think they had them in the old days, it rained and they had some storms but I never heard that they had a Derecho.
So, thanks to TV, we worried all last evening about the weather.
We worry about our rent being raised to a point we have to look for another place to live.
We worry about some thugs breaking in to our apartment, and have a Home Invasion.
We worry about our electric bill climbing and climbing.
We worry about my left eye,, cataract is getting worse.
We worry about my van, brakes don't work and it is running rough. Where is an honest mechanic who is reasonable in his pricing.
We worry about the little Chevie, the AC doesn't work, is there an honest mechanic that can fix it.
We worry about terrorists, and where they might strike next.
We worry about how we are going to pay all of our medical bills.
We worry, a bit, about the billing office that sent us 16 envelopes, each with a bill, two of them that could have been paid with the postage they used to send the bills.
We worry about what we are going to have for dinner, and salt, sugar, fat, and what this leaves to eat.
We worry about all of our kids, living all over the East coast and here in Newark, our grandkids and our great grandkids.
Oh, yea, we worry about being old, I worry, in a way, every time I have a little chest pain, or when I get dizzy standing up, same worries for my wife, who is a cancer survivor, and we worry about that.
Maybe that is why my blood pressure is high, I've had ulcers, a triple bi-pass, a cyst in my colon and the kidney stones and a few others.
As Alfred E. Neuman used to say, "What, me worry?"
