Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Whaddya mean, the year's over?? (OFG XXVI)

The OFG makes one last 2008 appearance, and he does so early in the day. He is not one of your late-night party people, you know.


This is either someone with a pail who is trying to get his rowboat--the one he has not maintained properly--back to shore, or, it's a globally powerful company which is able by some magic unfamiliar to me to require me to help them recover from their own bad decisions. Not ask, mind you! Require. I'd rather help repair the rowboat.


This is a concept which folks my age contemplate a great deal. Thanks to the greed-driven bubble which finally gave out, it is also a distant concept for many folks my age.


Even in this crazy financial, economic and employment scene, even without a job, I know how much I have to be grateful for. And, I express it every day as often as the thought comes to mind. I have healthy children, a delightful and marvelously creative wife, a roof over my head, and food on the table. Hallelujah!

Blame game

Truth be told, there is no positive purpose in determining who to blame beyond preventing future recurrence. That's called prevention, not blame. If the folks who caused the mess deserve it, we go for prosecution, not blame.


This seems to be the year that a great number of folks learn the fallacy in believing that material things provide happiness. It is the unintended blessing of the economic chaos we are seeing right now: families are remembering how to have fun without spending money!

Never say never

There are all sorts of jobs I was convinced I would never accept. Somehow, not having a job serves one well in clearing ones vision in that regard. Would you like to try one of our delicious fruit pies, sir?


It seems we have reached a point where a willingness to let go of preconceptions is more valuable than obsessing over something now out of reach.


My wife and I were wondering how we would manage a move back to the homeland of North Carolina--a future move we are considering--given that it would present certain challenges related to my job. Well, you don't have to worry about your job when you don't have one! Problem solved.

Ever and ever

It's a great idea, but it doesn't apply on Earth. Here, everything is temporary. You can adjust and be happy, or refuse to acknowledge and be miserable.


Here, I promise, is one of the great reasons for taking on Earth suits. We get to eat!

Why not?

This has become my first question whenever a new topic comes up. I'm a big believer in leaping unless there is a powerful reason not to do so.


Holy crap. I'm about to be 55% of the way to 100 years old. Considering the alternative, I'll go with this and make the best of it.


Olivia said...


I'm not a late-night person either! It's good to see the OFG one last time this year...but I'll be looking forward to his appearance in 2009 :)

Laughter is GOOD, thanks for this.

Happy New Year,


Lynilu said...

Oh, my goodness. What the last 4-5 months have done to many of us! Rick, I made it to the lovely, delectable "retirement" but now I sweat every single day. The probability of finding a job at (in just 3 months) 65 is sad. However, in spite of this, I refuse to let it get me down. I have been through enough in my life that this is simply one more ripple!!

Happy 2009 to all of us!

Rick Hamrick said...

O--It finally came to me that, in some scenarios of our lives, it boils down to, "laugh or die." I first got in trouble for making people laugh in sixth grade. I don't intend to stop anytime soon.

Thanks for your delightful and constant support!

Rick Hamrick said...


Sometimes, it feels like we should find a way to enjoy the cycles of life even when, at times, we detect an odor which reminds one of the days cleaning out the stalls. I have done that, so no one can fool me about what that odor means!

Just as 'rich' doesn't mean 'happy', a bit short of funds need not mean we cannot continue to laugh.

Let's plug our noses and keep digging through the, uh, stinky stuff until we find the diamonds!

Thanks so much for stopping by, Lynilu, and thanks for the lovely message and link on your own blog!

Julie said...

North Carolina? Woo Hoo!! We could be neighbors!

Rick Hamrick said...

Jules--if, by 'neighbors' you mean, 'five-hour drive', I think you are likely to be correct!

Of course, five hours beats 1500 miles, so I hope we become your neighbors (assuming you don't move back to scenic and tropical Minnesota).

Lynilu said...

Rick, I will do that. :)