Sunday, August 28, 2011

Laughing All The Way

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis. ~Jack Handey, "Deep Thoughts," Saturday Night Live

Day 54

The cap’n and I are staying at a not-quite-seedy little hotel in a not-quite-seedy little town while the cap’n again works to support me in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed. It’s 8:00 am on a lazy Sunday (every day’s kind of a lazy day for me). Let’s make a register of what I’ve already accomplished today.

1. I woke up, (that’s always a good start to the day).

2. I knitted a few rows, trying to keep the clicking of the needles to a minimum (the cap’n is a very light sleeper).

3. I combed my hair and put on a tank top and shorts. Sans bra because it’s a lazy Sunday. I have to admit that it is the height of laziness when you can’t be bothered to put on a bra but the sisters deserve a day just to loll around, too. I may be almost 50 but I’m not stepping on them or tripping over them yet.

4. I slicked on some lipstick (I may go out without my bra but never, ever, ever without lipstick).

5. I walked a block down to the convenience store to get the Sunday paper. On my way, I passed a McDonalds where several men were sitting outside at the one of the concrete tables. I drew several appreciative looks. I’m sure I would have received a couple of whistles if any of they’d been able to claim two teeth between them to whistle through. We all know what kind of men are sitting at a McDonalds at 7:00 am on Sunday morning. Old ones.

6. I continued to the store, laughing all the way.

Doesn’t seem like I’ve accomplished much this morning does it? Let’s review a typical Sunday about 8 weeks ago.

1. I would probably already be back in bed. I would have spent the night trying to sleep. I probably finally got up at 2:00 am. By about 6:00 am, I would have probably drank enough wine to pass out for a couple of hours.

2. I wouldn’t be interested in knitting (or anything else for that matter) but if I tried either my hands would be shaking too bad or if I ‘d drank enough to still the shaking I’d probably have to rip out what I had knitted once I sobered up.

3. Probably wouldn’t have combed my hair, probably wouldn’t shower, probably wouldn’t put on clean clothes. Probably still wouldn’t wear a bra.

4. I still would have smeared on some lipstick. Combined with my uncombed hair and the mascara that I’d been too drunk to wash off the night before ringing my eyes, I could probably get a job as the understudy for Heath Ledger as the Joker.

5. Probably wouldn’t make it down to the store to get the paper… unless I’d been fortified with more wine. If I did, I would definitely draw some stares.

6. There would be nothing at all to laugh about.

If I had to choose between the two, I’d pick today. No probably about it.

So today I’m out there just doing my best to keep on lolling and lazing. And laughing.all the way.

1 comment:

  1. You go girl! Laughing all the way. Keep up the good work. You inspire me.