MY SOUL PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE FRED ASTAIRE.
Something that I have noticed lately, is how often I laugh. I just don't mean just a chuckle or snort, I mean real loud, hard laughing. Something has changed my outlook on life for the good and I'm sticking with it if I can!
I am beginning to see the humor in others and in things that are going on. If you get too serious about some things, it sucks all the joy out of life and then what do you have?
Sister Sandy, Jenna, and I call some of the jokes we tell "gallows" humor. Most people wouldn't get it, but we are a family of sick tickets and it seems amusing to us. Another funny gal is my little Abby. Some time back, we were discussing the cartoon character, Caillou, a small bald, four-year old boy. I told Abby that I had seen online where people were discussing the fact that they thought Caillou was bald because he actually had cancer and was a chemo patient. She looked at me in disbelief and said, "Grandma, he's a DRAWING! He's not real!" We got a kick out of people analyzing and worrying about the health conditions of a fictional cartoon kid.
Yesterday morning I got a good laugh when I opened the mail and my latest cranial prosthesis (wig) arrived. Did any of you see the movie FLASH DANCE? In one of the final scenes, the girl dancer is to perform in front of a panel of judges to get into Julliard Dance school. When it comes to the part where she is flinging her body forty feet in the air and landing softly on her feet like a young tiger, you might notice that the stunt-dancer taking the star's place for the intricate dance sequence is wearing a shaggy, somewhat ratty looking wig. That's what my latest model of wig looks like. Go ahead - laugh. I did.
IF things come to pass that I do need some coverage, I'm think about wrapping a long ACE bandage around my head for warmth and tucking a plastic flower (sunflower??) behind one ear for decoration, and just calling it good. :)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL