I’ve added a page to my blog entitled “Just For Fun.” I hope to have many posts here calling attention to the funny things that happen in my life. Every day, I see things happening that at least bring a chuckle. Sometimes I may be the only person who would find the incident laugh provoking, but that’s okay. I’ve also decided that I’m at that age where it can be a little depressing if I’m not appreciating the funny side of life. Anyway, life is amusing, especially when you’re eighty years old.
For instance, I think it’s funny when we get together with old friends, and the most interesting topic of conversation is listing our health challenges. Also, the only thing we have on our calendars is the next doctor’s appointment. I remember when we used to plan road trips, weekend getaways, or extended vacations. I remember when we had to check the calendar to be sure we could fit in one of those trips to square with a community theatre production, I was doing or the kid’s little league games. I guess an advantage of not having those responsibilities anymore is that I know that my calendar is pretty wide open.
I try to stay busy. I have enough DIY projects that I don’t worry about boredom. I’ve always loved to crochet and I have plenty of yarn, but I can’t crochet as long as I used to because now my hands start to ache. I found a new hobby called book folding, but I can’t do that for more than an hour or so because I just get tired of doing it. I have a wonderful embroidery sewing machine and love getting creative with it. I’m making some things for a family reunion auction table, but I get tired of doing it and usually manage for an hour or so.
I like hanging out with a creative and talented artist friend. We make various sewing items and donate them to different charities. We do that several times during the month.
I found a relatively new interest recently and have written some poems. I’ll add a place in my blog for my poetry. Some of those are funny.
My husband is funny sometimes, too. He has a very dry wit, and you have to contemplate his words to appreciate them. Let me give you an example. We lived in the Philippines for 23 months doing missionary work for our church. We were visiting a lady member in her home one day. It was quite a beautiful scene in an opening within a jungle of coconut trees. She greeted us outside her home in a clearing with some chairs surrounding a hammock with a baby sleeping. The woman was tending her grandchild and was holding a rope attached to the hammock. She gently tugged to keep the hammock swaying as the baby slept. It was very peaceful, and we quietly communicated and enjoyed the relative quiet. The lady and I were doing most of the talking. I had a good view of the baby and noticed what looked to be something dripping from the hammock. At about the same time, the grandmother and I realized the baby was relieving itself as it slept in the rocking hammock. My husband said, “He sprung a leak.” It hit me so funny, and the sweet Philippine grandmother seriously said, “No, elder, he just wet his pants. It’s okay.” That made me laugh even harder.
Another time, a long time ago, my husband spent a lot of time and energy cleaning up our yard from weeds and debris. He had loaded our old red truck with the trash so as to haul it to the landfill. Our nosy neighbor always seemed to find something to complain about. We usually let it go in one ear and out the other. We let her vent and went about our business. She complained about other neighbors, noisy kids, yapping dogs, and stray cats. On this day, my husband had parked the truck in the driveway and was preparing to tie things down so it could be moved without leaving anything in the wake of the trip. The nosy neighbor sauntered over to him and asked him what he planned on doing with all that trash. He looked at her and earnestly said, “Well, I thought I would drive around the block really fast and see how much would fall off, maybe save myself a trip to the dump.” She got all huffy, called him a smart alec, and returned to her house.