Journal of a Living Lady #99

 

Nancy White Kelly

 

          “From here to there, from there to here, funny things are everywhere.” So says Dr. Seuss and so says me.

          I am noticing more wrinkles. You know…those ever-deepening creases around the mouth and the eyes. Granted, they can come from being in the sun too much. But not mine.  I got my wrinkles from laughing. Laugh lines I call them.

          Life is a paradox. Sometimes it seems so serious. Other times life is a hoot. I vouch by experience on both sides of the see-saw.

          One of God’s prescriptions for over-coming despair  is found in Proverbs:  “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” Cancer is not a funny disease, but it has heightened my sense of humor.  I live to laugh. I laugh to live.

Some of my funniest experiences have occurred in grocery stores. In appreciation for the venue, I am making some mirthology signs. Be on the look out for them if I can ever slip out the back door past Buddy. He would never approve. My philosophy is what he doesn’t know is usually in my best interest, especially if I am up to something mischievous.

My first sign will be for the frankfurter section, “These dogs will hunt.”

For the dairy counter, “This is locally-made butter. Nobody can touch it.”

For the meat display, “Today’s special: Possum Patties.”

 In the gourmet aisle,  “Be a famous hostess: serve potted meat and saltines for hors d’ouerves.”

And should it be a really big store that includes a pharmacy, I may sneakily paste a sign that says, “We dispense with accuracy.”

If I am arrested for gross market misconduct, somebody please get me out of jail. My doctor doesn’t make house calls, much less give chemo to the incarcerated. Whatever you do, don’t notify Buddy.

          Laugh jest for the health of it. Laugh lines are life lines.

 

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