Laughter and Rambling
Like weeping, laughter releases endorphins, which helps with physical pain. So, during the pandemic, I am trying to watch funny things from time to time. Different things are funny to different cultures. Different things are funny to people who grew up loved or unloved. I can never anticipate whether something I think is funny will trigger someone else. I am, however, too old to care anymore.
My grandson keeps telling me I don't have to react to everything. He's right, of course. He is much more calm than I am. He is probably much more mature than I am. But he's right, so I put a two hour alarm on my Facebook usage. Any longer, and I end up reacting to things that would normally not affect me at all.
One of the things I most frequently over-react to is sexism. Back in the 60's we did that thing. Tired of it, I guess. Catch up! No really, though it's not younger males' fault that they haven't done all the intellectual study and emotional work I did back then. I may have lived so long that everything feels familiar. Deja vu. How can I possibly have lived so long?
Somehow in my sleep I hurt my right wrist. This is one of the disadvantages of getting old. I don't recall waking up because I leaned too heavily on my wrist. I must have, though, because it's swollen, but not hot, so it's not RA, Sigh. Poor me. Not. Some folks didn't get to wake up today.
I catch myself babbling and wish I were younger again. But no. I have helped the people God sent me. I continue to do that, even if it's by my bad example, eh? God still sends me people. For some reason, they tend to be alcoholics, people who have struggled with mental illness, and/or those whose childhood sucked big warty pickles.
I guess God knows what she's doing. My daughter is moving out today. She needs to be the boss where she lives. I can't talk about this much because I don't want to publicly embarrass her or anyone else who lives here. I'm not sure they read this blog. But in case they do, I will shut up about this stuff except to say that one of the nice things about getting old is not needing to be the boss. Thanks God. I appreciate peace of mind. I sometimes forget that and go looking for trouble. But my grandson reminds me not to react to everything. Thanks, grandson!
My grandson keeps telling me I don't have to react to everything. He's right, of course. He is much more calm than I am. He is probably much more mature than I am. But he's right, so I put a two hour alarm on my Facebook usage. Any longer, and I end up reacting to things that would normally not affect me at all.
One of the things I most frequently over-react to is sexism. Back in the 60's we did that thing. Tired of it, I guess. Catch up! No really, though it's not younger males' fault that they haven't done all the intellectual study and emotional work I did back then. I may have lived so long that everything feels familiar. Deja vu. How can I possibly have lived so long?
Somehow in my sleep I hurt my right wrist. This is one of the disadvantages of getting old. I don't recall waking up because I leaned too heavily on my wrist. I must have, though, because it's swollen, but not hot, so it's not RA, Sigh. Poor me. Not. Some folks didn't get to wake up today.
I catch myself babbling and wish I were younger again. But no. I have helped the people God sent me. I continue to do that, even if it's by my bad example, eh? God still sends me people. For some reason, they tend to be alcoholics, people who have struggled with mental illness, and/or those whose childhood sucked big warty pickles.
I guess God knows what she's doing. My daughter is moving out today. She needs to be the boss where she lives. I can't talk about this much because I don't want to publicly embarrass her or anyone else who lives here. I'm not sure they read this blog. But in case they do, I will shut up about this stuff except to say that one of the nice things about getting old is not needing to be the boss. Thanks God. I appreciate peace of mind. I sometimes forget that and go looking for trouble. But my grandson reminds me not to react to everything. Thanks, grandson!
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