Hope

Watched the news this morning and maybe I shouldn’t have.  I do get tired of hearing how bad it was, is and will be.  Maybe if I had loads of money I’d feel hopeless today.  In that case the stock market dip might have put a divot in my optimism.

Speaking of divot… why don’t they make divot tools for removing hail damage from your car, or for that matter anything that gets a little depression in it.

Sometimes I get a little depression in me.

When I’m depressed, I mean the kind that cannot be fixed by a scoop of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream, I wish I could reach in my pocket and pull out a shinny divot tool… a little poke and twist, wallah, depression gone.

My Nissan Maxima was clobbered on a recent trip to Nebraska.  It looks pretty sad now.  I don’t mean sad like emotionally troubled, I mean sad like in “my once smooth body is now covered with golf ball sized pock marks.”

Sometimes girls have a pock mark on one of their shoulders from a booster shot when they were younger.  Dogs probably have pock marks but I’m hesitant to shave our German Shepard in order to find out.

When I was young I got hold of Dad’s razor and shaved a good portion of myself.  I didn’t really have much hair to shave at 5 years of age but I possibly stimulated hair growth in some unusual places.

Once my daughter drew a picture of me.  I was grateful that she noted my ability to produce a quality goatee.

Little girls are special… and then they grow up.  Well, they remain special… there’s just more of them to be special.  I’m not suggesting they’re overweight I’m just trying to point out that as they get taller… oh I give up.

But you, yes I mean you… Don’t give up!  There is hope.  No matter what… there is hope!

JP