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Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em.”

Well this whole thing of course is Bryan Thomas’ fault.  Here I am working hard to close down my computer for the night and after quickly packing in some work I need done for tomorrow.  Procrastination? You bet.  Love it! Own it!

Then before the big shut down I peek at my email.  Why there is one from the Intrepid Optimist, the previously mentioned Mr. Thomas.  Oh please I beg my pretending Mom in my head, just a peek.  I am then made to suffer a lecture about how one I look I am lost to the world of Useful Things.  No NO I persist.  Just a pleasant short read to tickle my brain.

Also I must admit I have already taken my sleeping pill so typing is like slogging fingers through very thick fog are frequently required me to repair and repeat until I get the damn thing right.  Because his title is Lack of Consideration found here  got me thinking about how entertaining a blog on insults – only the very best ones- would be fun to right. I will  think tomorrow, I say to my self, but suddenly WHAM! one the best from the past comes to mind. And….yeah….I have to do it TONIGHT.

The only hope is that it will be very short, because what came to mind is no biggie.  I have a very very loved and cherished Aunt.  Actually a Great Aunt.  When I was young, much much much younger my family disowned me for a time – not long you understand – I mean how could their lives possibly go on forever sans moi.  Anyway in that time Uncle Jack and Auntie Fran took me under their wing, loved me without judgement and to this day I am most devoted to them.  Dear Jackie Bugs as Frannie used to call him left us 12 or 13 years ago and Frannie has carried on with great dignity, and pain, and between the two of us we keep wonderful stories about Jack and thereby keeping him somewhat alive.  But this is not about them sort of.

Jack and Fran and I and whatever husband of the moment I was with socialize frequently.  One day they drove from Toronto to our house in Cambridge.  “Ah” she said in her formal Australian speech style, “Your Uncle Jackie parked in a lot on the way up here to pick something up.  When we returned to the car there was a note on the windshield.  Someone had not been happy with his parking skills.  I thought the note was a perfect scolding.  It read:

“MAY THE FLEAS OF A THOUSAND CAMELS INFEST YOUR ARM PITS.”

See?  Nothing to go to war or even scuffles for …point made.  And a chuckle.

So you are right my fine Intrepid Optimist friend……Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em?

 

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The Ooopside of Senior Communication

There is much merriment in the world of geriatric graceful aging.  First and foremost, before you even get close post sixty you would do well to establish a grainy gritty sense of humor.

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This is not the humor of your youth, or even middle age.  Like a fine wine that takes time to develop this is The Cadillac of humor, or I guess in this age, given the times, The Tesla of Humor.  Did I get that right?  That very question is becoming The Question of each and every day in some small way.  Did I get that right?  Does that sound right?  Good grief.

The object of your humor is nothing more than yourself.  Yup, better learn to laugh at yourself.  Start young.  It makes it easier in the dim lit of the top ten ( 70, 80, 90, 100).

A sound chuckle after an Oops achieves a lot of things; it saves those around you from gazing too long trying to make sense of what you have just done or said,  it gives same said audience a chance to chuckle (something they may not be doing much of these days. They can be a serious lot, these young’uns, can’t they?), it increases your ever slowing circulation (always a plus), and it gives you a moment to get your head on straight and try to figure out just what the hell  you were doing in the first place.

The downside is laughing, depending on your circumstance and effectiveness of medications, may cause some urinary incontinence. (I never thought I would see the day when adult pull-ups were not only necessary but the subject of cocktail party conversation.  Now is that right?  If people still socialize in such groups are the groups even called cocktail parties anymore?)

I swear, I over heard a conversation last evening, note ‘over heard’ cause no way I would be a part of such a group, and it went like this. “Oh, I tried that brand of Pull-up and did not like it.  I get mine in bulk at….”  Honest.  I kid you not.

Anyway one of the joys of senior communication is making plans to speak to someone half a world away.  See?  Again, I kid you not.  She is literally half a world away.

She, of course if Judith Baxter whom you are, or if you are not, might want to be familiar with through her blog I choose how I will spend the rest of my life and Books&MoreBooks2017.

So we know she is a day ahead and seventeen hours or something.  But for me the easy way is that she is always, well most of the time, eight hours behind me (and one day ahead).  We did well over the last couple of years with our skyping EXCEPT when those damn clocks change.  She is the opposite of seasons so when I have summer, she had winter.  Except in winter the clocks go back an hour (you know, Fall back and Spring forward.)

Yes there are times we just plain get befuddled with what the other side of the world is doing.  And then there is Senior Logic where what is eight hours in our minds  becomes six hours.

Every tried to contact someone when you are two hours away from reality?  Uhuh. Not successful.  It has nothing to do with time zones or planet placement.  Now that is what I call the Oopside of Senior Communication.