THE MISSING LINK

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE OF HELP which is extraordinarily heartwarming. And of course there's little that anyone can actually do in our present situation. One lovely lady, when she heard of Bob's illness, whispered in my ear that she'd gladly do laundry for me.......I'd never in the world take her up on it, but what a precious tangible offer. Another wrote me a note telling me of her availability anytime I'd like to just sit and talk over a glass of wine. I may yet take advantage of her suggestion, when things settle down a little.

The other day I stopped at Ralph's on a hot day and the purchase of celery hearts, green onions and some tomatoes nearly did me in by the time I got home and put them into the refrigerator, but it made it possible to fix Mr. Bob one of his favorite tuna sandwiches. Along with lunch I swallowed my pride and asked Tim for a couple of hours over the weekend so that I could do a larger marketing. He does a superb job of helping and I'm grateful that one of our three offspring stayed close by. But I don't like putting all the burden of having old parents on him. He not only maintains his good nature, but also makes me chuckle.

I realized recently that what I'm yearning for just now is laughter. We're doing a fair job of maintaining positivity, but there's a streak of grimness in it.........perhaps that's the wrong word.......a staunch resolute that doesn't allow for much in the way of humor and I miss that streak of comedy terribly. I want to guffaw in an unladylike manner.....throw back my head and laugh.......what I wouldn't give for one side-clutching moment, the kind where I'm unable to stop for breath.

I can't seem to get beyond poignancy just now. There's no getting around it. Our world, as we knew it, has changed. The hiss of the oxygen tank and the bubbling sound of the concentrator are constant reminders that things are different now and while I'm grateful for the blessing of each new day, I need to find something amusing enough to bring a titter. (That thought almost made me smile, the old line of "a titter ran through the crowd" which brings to mind a lascivious old man who can't keep his hands to himself.) See? That must prove what the guy said about the possibility of my being the Smut Director here at the Manor. (For clarification, see the entry "Comic Relief" posted on June 18.)

COMIC RELIEF

WHEN THE NEIGHBORS go to dinner each month, we meet at a Chinese restaurant where the waiter is willing to write separate checks for us so the evening isn't spoiled by figuring out math problems. We sit around a big table with a lazy susan in the center and in the beginning, about 6 years ago, there were 10 of us before we lost Gunars whose life on earth came to a close too early, so then there were 9. Last Thursday we numbered 11, because Jeff and Karen were able to join us. They're the young couple in our old neighborhood, still raising babies, whereas the rest of us have children old enough to be giving us grandchildren. Karen is a physical therapist. Years ago I wasn't sure what that meant, but recent years and many P.T. sessions have educated us.
Jeff is a writer

who nowadays comes up with a daily comic strip which is syndicated in 50 newspapers. I sat next to him the other evening and enjoyed chatting with him about the creative process. Certainly, my daily gibberish can't begin to compare with what Jeff produces, but we both agreed that some of our favorite writings don't get much response at all from our reading public, whereas other items that we feel are mediocre receive great acclaim. Go figure.

When Jeff asked me how I was using my time at the Manor, I confessed to being part of a 2 woman team in charge of the library, and compiling a staff directory and as an afterthought remembered that I'm now one of four members of the Movie Committee. Movies are aired on weekends in the Tea Room and the first 18 months we were here, it seemed that without exception the films being shown were produced a very long time ago.


It is with apologies that I admit that I'm not a classic film buff. I don't know why, but anything made much before 1980 holds little interest for me and I know that admitting that is akin to saying I don't care for cats......my character rating plunges in the minds of many people. But there we have it.


So when I was invited to sit on the film committee it was a natural thing for me to suggest some more recent movies that I remembered enjoying.


Enter, culture shock. "It's Complicated" found Meryl Streep cavorting between the sheets and was a noticeable departure from the cinema fare the residents were used to. My suggestion of "Four Seasons", starring Carol Burnett, Alan Alda among others brought forth a phone call and the words "the raunchiest movie I've ever seen" were uttered. 


The movies can be watched on each person's television set and the language in "Billy Elliott" caused more than one resident to turn it off before the story even got started. When it was time to show "Amelie" I was sure no one would be offended with this charming French film set in Paris. Wrong! Fornication appeared, however briefly, on the screen, startling even me.........I hadn't recalled that part at all.


One lovely lady resigned from the committee due to the nature of the films being shown. Oh, dear.


When I told Jeff that Nadine, the other librarian, and I don't approve of censorship and recently accepted into the library a book on bordellos in early Alaska and then shelved a donation of a book on Chicago's brothels in the early days, Jeff's comment was that I should be named officially as the Smut Director of Windsor Manor. 


When we moved in, one of the directors commented that she was counting on us to liven up the place, but I'm not sure this is what she had in mind.

"At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities."  ~Jean Houston


"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.  I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward."  
                                                                ~Kurt Vonnegut


"Laughter gives us distance.  It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on."  ~Bob Newhart


"With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die."  ~Abraham Lincoln


"Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense." 
                                        ~ Author Unknown
                     

BEAUTY TIP

Years and years ago I took a workshop on applying makeup. When I shared this cartoon with the instructor, a former Rose Queen, she was not amused. I, however, continue to smile every time I lay eyes on it. It's framed behind glass; thus the reflection of my camera.