There's Worries and Then There's Worries

I had one of those days. I stayed up too late the past two nights and I was really tired about noon today. I spent the day at my desk drafting some workprints for a couple of projects I am working on. This is a sleep-inducing activity and when coupled with my lack of sleep, it made me very drowsy. It is difficult for me to get a good nap in my cubicle. There is too much noise to sleep soundly and the possibility of the boss walking in, makes rest uneasy anyway. Plus I may snore, or so some claim, and the last thing I need to do is to attract a crowd, while trying to catch a few winks. But I was so tired. Luckily, I had a backup plan. As long as it isn't too hot outside, I have found that I can get a decent nap in my truck. I recline the passenger seat back, stretch out toward the driver's side and drift off. So it was off to the parking lot for me. I no sooner conked out today, than my cell phone rang. It was a woman looking for our sometimes vagrant and oft annoying son, Cletus Sneed. Any call from him, for him or about him, is bound to be trouble for me. This ditz wakes me from a perfectly good slumber to ask for Cletus, like I'm going to say, Sure, I'll just go get him. I flat out told her that I didn't know him. She repeated herself, just in case I had "misremembered", so I hung up on her. Of course, I couldn't go back to sleep, which was a good thing anyway, because five minutes later Cletus called me to ask if anyone had called for him. I was already annoyed, so having His Dopiness call like I'm his answering service set me off. Cletus: Anyone call for me? Me: Some woman just called my cell phone looking for you. I draw the line at you giving out my cell number, got it Buster? Cletus: I didn't give it out. Me: Then why did you call to see if anyone called for you? Cletus: What is her number? Me: xxx-xxxx Cletus: (Click) He's always been a liar, just not a good one. Then there's this. Worry is such a strange thing. Daughter Sneed had something important today and I was very worried about it after she told me about it. It turned out okay, but it weighed heavy on my mind. I was turning it over and over in my mind, concocting the worst case senario, as Sneed's are apt to do, when my friend Roy at bowling got paged to the telephone. As an aside, Roy may be the last citizen of the world not to have a cellphone. When he came back from the phone, he was visibly upset. He said that his granddaughter didn't come home after school and her folks were frantic. She was about five hours late when they called Roy, hoping that she was with him and that there had been a miscommunication about her plans. This made my worry seem much less important. Roy's granddaughter is a nice kid and this is definitely not the norm for her, behavior-wise. It is very troubling. I am the king of the worriers and so I know how much this was eating at him. Roy has about 20 grandchildren and several great-grandchildren, in addition to his own kids. That right there would make my head explode. If I had that many kids, grandkids and great-grandkids to fret over, I would weigh about 90 pounds and be confined to an institution. These type of things happen when you have teenagers and they usually turn out okay. Here's hoping. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor