We all have a personal sense of humor. Within my family there are a variety of types of humor. Some of us love slapstick humor. Others love puns. Some love Adam Sandler, others can’t bear him, and some say it depends on the movie.
At any rate, the silliest thing made me laugh today. My old cat, Edward Scissorhands went out this morning. As he’s aged, his visits outside have become shorter and shorter, but he’s not willing to give them up totally until it gets COLD outside.
Ed went out the front door and made half a circuit around the house, ending up on the windowsill at the west end of the “Green” room, where we eat casual meals. Frankly,it astonishes me to find him there, because it’s quite a jump for any cat. I opened the back door, and called to him, and he paused to think about whether he wanted to make the jump down or not. I waited for a bit, before stepping out onto the stoop. Mind you, I was in an over-sized T-shirt nightie. (The grove has been allowed to grow dense and close to the back of the house, along with a stand of tall grass and weeds. No one was going to see me.) I reached for the cat and he backed away. I conned him, and was able to pull him up into my arms and step back into the house.
An hour later, I got up from the computer and felt the chair grabbing my nightie. I looked and realized there were dozens of little tiny burrs stuck to the chair. And then, I realized there were branches of this plant stuck to the hem of my nightie.
The burrs made me laugh. (What else are ya gonna do?) That I had been sitting on them, unaware, made me laugh. That I had collected half a plant with one brush of my shirt while I reached for the cat made me laugh.
It’s the simple things that get me to laugh these days. It seems that the goofiness of human foibles is what I find the funniest. I can’t recall when I last belly-laughed, or laughed until I cried, but there have been plenty of times when something my family has done has made me laugh.
I wonder if our sense of humor changes over time?
I’ll be going now. I have to pull burrs off my nightie. *G*
Arrrgh!!!
It's just my state of mind!
Buffy, I smiled when I read this and felt truly gladdened. Though many of us fail to realize it, the humor found in this kind of wee rant is more lasting and comforting to our pysche than professional comedy with all those finely tuned jokes.
And of course, I laugh when I think of you trying to explain burrs on your nightgown if a friend had suddenly popped in for coffee. I’m not certain the cat story would have cut it.
Roberta
Roberta, I was sure that you would understand this understated observation. I think it’s this type of thing that carries us through our days. The small things we notice and enjoy are infinitely more numerous than the momentous occasions, but, at least to me, the most valued.