|Me with a turtle.|
We were camping over the weekend at the Drake Country Fairgrounds as we attended the 50th Annual Ohio Gourd Show -- tomorrow's entry will cover some of that adventure. After a stop at the bathroom, I walked through the vendor's areas, past the outside show area, just around the gazebo where people were eating, all across the fairground to the other end of the camping facility. I there greeting my husband, petted the two dogs and went inside our little camper. Once inside I flung myself onto the bed, ready for a rest. Dave came in behind me and with a chuckle, removed the toilet paper tail I'd been showing off. I thought they did that stuff only on comedy's. Yes, this is my comedy. You laugh or you cry and oftentimes you have to make that choice on a daily basis.
Once while I was in school, I was caught doing a row of cartwheels down a main hallway. I came up and with a jolt stopped starring nose to nose with one of my favorite, albeit intimidating professors. This was a man of impeccable manners and grooming. Here was an example to emulate. Without even a hint of a smile, but a barely perceptible twinkle in his eye, he told me that buffoons were needed in our line of work. I do wish he'd picked a kinder word, but the idea, I decided, was a compliment. The jester, the one who laughs and can make others laugh, is a much needed ability.
About two weeks later, I was tidying up in the kitchen. I lost my balance and for each of the three times I almost caught myself -- I heard a bone snap. My x-rays look ghoulish as nine screws and a plate were added to assist in the healing and stability of my ankle. It still hurts and I may have trouble with the darned thing forever -- all for cleaning my kitchen. Skydiving is safe, but cleaning the house is evidently quite dangerous and painful.
Perhaps my favorite foolish story of mine is when I took in a cat to be spayed. The mama cat had recently given birth to a litter and we decided to keep the last two kittens. She was taken in for surgery and would have no more kittens. One of the girls looked like a twin of her mother. When the time came to take the kitten in to be spayed, I had a bit of a time catching her as she was a barn cat going through a ornery period. I finally captured her and placed her in a crate to be taken to the vet the next morning. Mid morning I received a call from the veterinary office. They had anaesthetised the kitten, shaved her and at that point, realised it was the mama cat who was already spayed. I laughed uproariously.
I'm afraid I have to admit that I do this stuff all the time. Most of the time I can laugh at myself with utter abandon. When I can't, I know I need to take a step back and regroup. Laughter is one of the main ingredients of life. I dare not think of life without that simple joy. I love to laugh -- even if it's just at myself.