Life is only occasionally tragic, but if you look hard enough you can usually find something at which to chuckle.
I subscribe to that theory and find myself relying on humor to navigate the mysterious weather inside my head and outside in the world at large these days.
Old is when your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you’re barefoot. Thank goodness I’m not there yet.
One of my favorite stories is from local columnist Edith Teasley who related a story about the time she was attending a very upscale wedding reception. As she bent over a bowl of potato salad, one of her contact lenses fell into the bowl. She spent the remainder of the afternoon guarding the bowl so no one would risk swallowing it.
Some one at the class reunion this weekend told the following true story on his grandfather. He’d had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees and diabetes. He was half blind and couldn’t hear anything quieter than a jet engine. He was on 15 different medications – all of which made him dizzy and subject to blackouts. He couldn’t remember if he was 92 or 88, but he proudly proclaimed “Thank God I still have my Mississippi driver’s license!
See what I mean?