“Reckon it’ll be bad? Well, we have to take what comes don’t we.”
Tipper
Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia
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I have just discovered you on YOUTUBE. Oh my gosh, this is like Christmas. I finally found someone who I can understand and talks like me. I watched your cornbread recipe day before yesterday and it inspired me so much I went and cooked a skillet full. I am dying to try the cake with all those black walnuts in it. I cannot say thank you enough for your films. Have you ever heard of RAWHIDE and BLOODY BONES. I was threatened by my Grandmother with him. I never saw him but no doubt he existed.
Wish I was able to attend the Brasstown fund raiser tomorrow. Sounds like some rib stickin good food and the Pressley Girls as a major bonus.
Hmmm ‘taking what comes’ sounds passive and even fatalistic. Or it just might well be an understated way of saying ‘do what needs doing to rise to the occasion’. Somehow I’m believing it is a form of mental preparation, an acknowledgment that there is risk and uncertainty and maybe even danger but also confidence in being able to overcome, one way or another.
Roll with the punches! Mitigate the damage! Prepare for the worst and hope for the best!
I recall reading something like, “If life ran like clockwork, we’d all be nuts due to the ticking.”
Remember Doris Day? Problee not! She sang Que Será, Será. The title is French. Means what will be, will be. Means what’s gonna happen’s gonna happen. There’s nothing we can do to change it.
Some people look at it as a having a fatalist attitude but if you look at it in depth, it’s really not! The changes we make were bound to happen. We can’t really make changes anyway, we can only make choices. Now ain’t that some deep thinking on a dreary Saturday morning?
Au revoir!
We all take what comes and prove again we are a tough bunch. It must be inherited. Just glad I am not living in a one room log cabin with a fireplace for my only heat. Love my gas log and gas stove. I guess I am not as tough as I think the older I get.
I think that is what I’m saying this morning. Snow storm is to come in fast here about noon today and snow all night. May turn to freezing mix tomorrow morning. “Reckon it’ll be bad? Well we have to take what comes don’t we.” Thankful for stocked fridge and warm home.
Yes, we usually do have to take whatever comes. That seems to be the way life works.