SO ... ARE WE HAVNG FUN YET?
Yes, I know that it's been the longest two weeks in the life of the Universe.
"Two weeks to slow the curve," they said.
"Everyone just staying inside your own homes will stop it," they said.
"Masks will stop it," they said, after they told us not to wear them because they don't work anyway.
"Staying at least six feet away from everyone else will stop it," they said.
"The vack-seens will stop it," they said.
Since last February they've said a hundred thousand different things. That two weeks to slow the curve has been going on for a year and eight months for cryin' out loud. At no point during that time has anything they've told us been the least bit of fun. And nothing that they told us would stop it has stopped it yet.
My goodness, how time does fly!
I'm pretty sure I don't have to make a list of all the crap that's been seriously not fun since last February. That's February of 2020, mind you, not this year's February. And for quite a while before that, truth be told. I don't know about you, but I'm getting rather sick and tired of us all not being allowed to just have fun.
Even so, for me at least, amid all the crap, there have been moments of laughter.
I tell you true - just lately we've created our own comic relief, albeit generously mixed with the bitter gall of what we've chosen to laugh at.
LET'S go BRANdon!
clap clap clap-clap-clap
There.
I said it the *nice* way because some folks object to the use of a particular F word, and a whole lot more object to the actual word everyone uses instead of BRANdon. Some college kids started it (imagine that) and it's taken off like wildfire.
Make no mistake here. The people who are chanting that really do mean it, and not in a nice way.
At the same time, one can't help but be amused to hear tens of thousands of people all over the United States roaring out that chant.
It's maybe not all that nice, but it beats the heck out of killing people, rioting in the streets, looting (aka stealing), destroying property, burning whole sections of cities, jacking up prices on just about everything, sabotaging small businesses and big ones like the energy industry among others, scaring people half to death and cranking their anxiety levels up high enough to put their health in danger, siccing the feds on parents who just want to have a say in their kids' educations, forcing said kids to stay home instead of gong to school or even to church, keeping folks from buying whatever products in the stores that they want with their own money, and picking on people who don't happen to have your exact same point of view.
That list goes on and on and on and is no fun to think about, let alone write about.
Therefore, the moments of laughter are much more entertaining, in my opinion.
Here's one I laugh about now, although at the time it wasn't the least bit funny.
This summer just past, I had set my big tipi tent up in my back yard but not staked it down, and a big wind blew it across the fence into the neighbor's yard so I ran lickety split out of the house to catch it before it took off into the wild blue yonder on its way to Kansas.
I by golly caught it and was hanging onto it for dear life, fighting both it and that unbelievable wind, when the wind blew the back of my sundress up and over my shoulders so there I was fighting the tipi, the wind, and my own dress, which dragged my hair into my face with it, one more thing for me to fight. That wind was fierce, I tell you. Fierce! I'm not even kidding you.
I was just hoping the tipi wasn't enough of a sail to carry me clear to Kansas with it when I remembered that sundress was ALL I had on, except my flip-flops but they were on my feet on the ground behaving themselves like they're supposed to.
Now, a chain link fence isn't exactly a nice solid board privacy fence, so anyone who happened to be looking into that back yard would probably have been laughing. If they were, they were laughing too hard to come and help me, which (not coming to help) is very much NOT in character with my neighbors, so I figure I'm safe in assuming that nobody saw anything. But the point is that they could have.
It just so happens that next door yard belongs to one of my cousins. When I told him how come my tipi was all bundled up in his garage (the closest shelter, as there was no way I would have been able to fight the battle it would have taken to get that tipi back home and would surely have ended up in Kansas with it after all), he laughed too - and told me I better hope nobody had a phone making a video of it.
Frankly, there has been a lot more tragedy than comedy for quite a while now, so I tend to treasure the moments of laughter. Even if they're at my own expense.
There have been adventures too, but I'll share them elsetime methinks.
