Sunday, September 13, 2009

Fretting (and not on the guitar)

I'm not really a worrier. I used to stare into the sky before climbs, but I always go to bed with the knowledge that I can't control the weather, so worrying about it takes away energy that I'll surely need on the peak.
I still need that energy - my kids are still around, along with a wife just getting over the swine flu - but I find myself worrying more than ever.
Maybe it's because I work in the newspaper business, not exactly a reassuring career, but I continue to have a hard time believing this recession/depression is getting better anytime soon. I don't WANT to think this way, just like I want to honestly believe there is no such thing as climate change and that our health care will be reformed in a smart way and that we'll find a way to deal with our crippling national budget deficit. But more and more, I can't. 
Our city of 100,000, Greeley, is cutting $10 million from its budget this year. One of largest car dealership closed. My favorite downtown restaurant closed. 
Worst of all, I fear my fantasy football team might be mediocre, squeezing what little joy the NFL brings me these days (I am, after all, a Chiefs fan).
Sometimes I honestly think if my children will have a future at all, which is terrible to think and a little worthless, since 20 years ago, it was 1988, and times have changed since then (it was a time when you WEREN'T sick of "Pour Some Sugar On Me," for instance, in fact you begged to hear that song, and don't deny it, you know you did).
Anyway, these days I fret, a little too much, in fact. Funny. At one point all I worried about was the repealing of the poker law. Now I'm not sure I care. We've got bigger problems.
So I've booked my trip to Vegas. I'll be there for blogger weekend, starting Thursday. I'll try to soothe my fears with mediocre poker, Steel Panther and maybe a drink or two.
It may not work, but at least I can say I was there one more time before all that glamor comes crumbling to the ground.

5 comments:

The Wife said...

I try not to worry too much about that stuff - otherwise life could get depressing. Glad you're still willing to pull out a few days of fun.

You know, when it all goes to hell, we could just form a blogger commune, all live and work together, play poker and listen to hair metal at night . . .

I'm sure between the whole lot of bloggers, we would have sustainable skills . . . :)

KenP said...

I not sure of your age at the time but I'd guess young...

Jimmy Carter had your mindset. We had oil crisis, Iran held our people, those Japs were buying every sky scraper and property they could with the money we'd shipped there.

We came roaring back better than ever. Variance is a bitch but we've managed so far.

Drizztdj said...

Consider the trip an investment in stress reduction.

Alan aka RecessRampage said...

I agree with your thoughts on economy. I still belt Pour Some Sugar on Me when I'm drunk... I think that, Livin on a Prayer, and You Give Love a Bad Name are three songs that every time I hear it, all these drunken memories come up... and I feel like I should do a shot...

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