I can tell myself the funniest stories just by visualizing silly and crazy things I’ve done with others of like mind, or with my adult children. Like the time my daughter heavily spanked a raw egg as it was trying to roll off the counter top.
Or My dad--who lived out the last 7 years of his life on our acreage here in Southern Maine--and I would banter back and forth with sometime dark humor that if someone who was listening in that didn’t know us, would probably be appalled!
Eg; “Did you hear Joe so-an-so croaked the other day?” (He loved that irreverent word for death.) “Oh really? Anything serious?” “No, just a heart attack.” Then he’d add, “Lucky bastard!”
Dad lived out behind our old chicken coop in his 23 foot fifth wheel camper. When asked if he’d lived here all his life? He’d answer in true Yankee fashion, “Not yet.” He finally achieved “yet-ness” at the age of 92.
I have been going through some physical “calisthenics” the past two plus years-diving under anesthesia two and three times, only to come up for air, and not asking for my husband, but asking for my teeth. My intention is to keep on swimming (and LOL-ing) until I can finish with riding that last wave into the New Year.
Thank you for this Jan.
I can tell myself the funniest stories just by visualizing silly and crazy things I’ve done with others of like mind, or with my adult children. Like the time my daughter heavily spanked a raw egg as it was trying to roll off the counter top.
Or My dad--who lived out the last 7 years of his life on our acreage here in Southern Maine--and I would banter back and forth with sometime dark humor that if someone who was listening in that didn’t know us, would probably be appalled!
Eg; “Did you hear Joe so-an-so croaked the other day?” (He loved that irreverent word for death.) “Oh really? Anything serious?” “No, just a heart attack.” Then he’d add, “Lucky bastard!”
Dad lived out behind our old chicken coop in his 23 foot fifth wheel camper. When asked if he’d lived here all his life? He’d answer in true Yankee fashion, “Not yet.” He finally achieved “yet-ness” at the age of 92.
I have been going through some physical “calisthenics” the past two plus years-diving under anesthesia two and three times, only to come up for air, and not asking for my husband, but asking for my teeth. My intention is to keep on swimming (and LOL-ing) until I can finish with riding that last wave into the New Year.
Yes, laughter truly is the best medicine! 😄