Laughter

A man and his wife walk in, fun fun people. He asks me to say “sweet as pumpkin pie”. Say what? His wife tells me he’s crazy. He asks me again. She smiles. I say, through a big ole grin, “sweet as pumpkin pie”. Do you sing, he’s asks? In the shower, I reply.

I wish a friend happy birthday today, ”Happy Birthday ya old fart.” He replies, “thanks dementia”. I laughed out loud. Good times.

Dr. Josie performed her magic on my shoulder today. I was telling her about a youngster telling me this week, “getting old is hard, isn’t it?” No, not as hard as I thought it would be. The same tight spot in my shoulder first gave me problems when I was sixteen and working in the hospital. Heavy lifting was a daily thing. Carrying stress in this particular spot is, in fact, common for many people. This particular ailment isn’t about getting old. I’m quite pleased I’m blessed to have made it this far, as healthy as I am, working hard.

Twice this week I had treats on my desk, really nice treats. One treat was to congratulate me on the birth of my first granddaughter. Another was just because. My socks were blessed right off my feet. Almost. Random acts of kindness are just the best. You can bet I will be paying it forward.

I totally forgot to stop by the grocery store for date night on Friday. Who knows what I missed. Pizza in the break room, at the very least.

Driving to work I’ve cranked up my radio, I love music. Several times I’ve turned the radio to the Garth channel. Listening to Imagine Dragons (Radioactive), lots of Pink, Charley Rich (Behind Closed Doors), George Strait (Troubadour), Reba (Why Haven’t I Heard From You), some Skynyrd, ZZ, the list goes on, and I’m getting my jam on, steadily, as I drive. And then I listen to Post Malone and Keith Urban, again and again. Some of these tunes I’ve not heard in forever, but for some reason, they make me smile.

The sun came out this week. I didn’t know I’d missed it. Y’all know I’m a cold, snow loving woman, content. My disposition improved significantly upon absorbing a little sunlight. I didn’t realize how cranky I’d become. Bring on spring, hikes, sunshine and mountain air. I’m ready to rock and roll.

D