So far, the week has produced bushels and bushels of bad news. The following items top my gloomy Gus list.
Gas went over $3.00 a gallon.
The peaceful Egyptian protests went nasty.
Food prices will soon rise.
Not as many new jobs were created as expected.
The folks in Washington spend all their time blaming one another for problems instead of finding solutions.
The big blizzard predictions were accurate which will encourage the forecasters to greater hype heights in the future.
Iran may have a nuclear bomb in less than a year.
On the flip side, there’s only enough good news to fill a peck measure.
The local street department plowed out our road very quickly.
My spreadsheet program can make really cool checklists.
At the bakery yesterday, I resisted all the doughnuts calling my name and ordered a salad for lunch.
In an unbalanced news week like this one, it’s hard to keep smiling. I mean, how’s a person supposed to stay perky when nothing can be done about this miserable state of affairs.
I can’t lower gas prices.
I can’t do anything about Egypt.
I can’t stop eating.
I can’t create jobs.
I can’t influence politicians.
I can’t stop the weather.
I can’t infiltrate Iran’s nuclear plants.
Everything I can’t do leaves me feeling helpless. So instead, I’m going to concentrate on what I can do.
I can ride my bike more when the weather gets better.
I can pray for Egypt.
I can serve leftovers for supper.
I can build my business and hire employees someday.
I can vote.
I can dress for the weather.
I can trust God’s power to be greater than any nuclear weapon.
Best of all, I can take Mom to lunch and the library on this cold sunny day.
What I can do isn’t big, but it is important. And that’s enough to perk up this woman and get her moving.
So please excuse me.
I’m off to do what I can today.
My mother is waiting.
