Writer’s write every day. Have you written anything yet?
Erma Bombeck wrote:
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, I used everything you gave me
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.
There is a thin line between laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.
I am not a glutton I am an explorer of food.
Housework can kill you if done right.
Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely.
Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn’t even in the same neighborhood. No one has ever gotten a religious experience out of removing burned-on cheese from the grill of a toaster oven
When humor goes, there goes civilization
Betty White said:
It’s your outlook on life that counts. If you take yourself lightly and don’t take yourself too seriously, pretty soon you can find the humor in our everyday lives. And sometimes it can be a lifesaver
This was quite shocking to me coming out of the mouth of my normally prudent, verbally adroit Dad. But Dad had enough of the ER, waiting hours for Mom to be put in a bed in the hospital that day. Dad’s joke was prompted by me, when I had said to him in the ER (after waiting four hours): “Let’s tell jokes to each other. We need to laugh in this white, boring, waiting room.” So Dad quickly said, “Did you ever hear about the high riser by Pfizer?” We both laughed so hard we thought our bellies would burst. And a doctor would enter the waiting room and leave, again doctor enter the room and leave as we waited and waited for mom to be put in a hospital room. Each time we would get serious when the doctor arrived then we would laugh out loud after he left. The silly joke about the high riser pulled us out of the despair of the situation.
So now maybe I should quote Betty White again (of my Dad’s generation):
I may be a senior, but so what? I’m still hot.
My Dad was considered, “hot” by the ladies at his assisted living, that is among the eighty and ninety year old set. Mom had passed away several years before he entered assisted living close to our home, so I could drive him places, take him his medicines, see him more often. He initially hated the place and kept asking to go back to his home. But he had fallen and broken his back at his somewhat decrepit 55 year old home and needed more day to day care and less responsibility of caring for his home (such as shoveling snow by himself at 84 years old). So, I helped Dad move into an apartment near me in an assisted living place.
One lady at Dad’s assisted living place seemingly used her high school grand daughter’s interview of a WWII veteran (my Dad) to get to visit him in his room on the interview day. The high school girl’s Grandmother asked my Dad many personal questions that day. Dad decided that assisted living wasn’t as bad as he thought and he could manage living there after that interview. He also decided that if he could sit with the ladies at breakfast and flirt and talk to them he was happy. He also had a retired truck driver friend who he talked to regularly at dinner and this was interesting to me, because Dad who was a lawyer who as a boy had grown up on a farm as one of ten children in rural NE Kansas. Dad had learned to talk to anyone about anything and get joy from the conversation. Dad was not an elitist. He was a down to earth, regular sort of guy, even though he had achieved above average education and legal standing among his colleagues in our community. Dad had been an officer in WWII and a lawyer in the courts in both Kansas and Missouri and met many upper crust people, yet he visited with everyone with hospitality. Dad’s humor and joy of life was often in using play on words said so subtly that it often took me and others in his life off guard. He would say to me, “Thanks a million,” when I brought him medicines, personal items and the next time, “Thanks a billion, that’s because of inflation, you see.” I had to really listen for these quips because they were often said quickly and somewhat quietly.
Lily Tomlin says: “I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves. I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness; all my life, I’ve always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific. Remember we’re all in this alone. No matter how cynical you become, it’s never enough to keep up. The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat; and “I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.”
I have been blessed with the love of language. I enjoy writing and reading. I enjoy a good story, a clever joke, a poem with deep meaning. I look for humor woven into a poem or a story. Ogden Nash could make me laugh, as well as Dr. Seuss, and Shel Silverstein. So I will end this writing with something from Shel Silverstein:
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
― Shel Silverstein