I have found throughout my life that having a good sense of humor can be a life saver, sometimes literally. I’ve read that having a good sense of humor has even saved marriages! Can you remember any times when you got so mad, and you WANTED to stay mad at your better half, but you couldn’t remember why? And then, out of nowhere, one partner says something funny (which often time refers to a common experience the two of you have shared) and try as hard as you can not to, you burst out laughing and low and behold the crisis is averted. Laughter and crying are good for the soul and they both help one return to an emotional equilibrium.
I remember an event in my life when my mother was so mad at me that I was lucky I could run faster than her! Actually, I didn’t have to run, but I did have to leave immediately. My mom was suffering from dementia and I could not leave her home alone. It was time to find her an assisted living facility. Those of you who knew or have heard about my mom know that NOBODY told Alberta Blanche Sanders what to do or what not to do! Except, that, on this occasion I was dropping her of at an assisted living facility for good, it was going to be her new “home”. She got into her room, took a seat, and I brought in her suitcase. (The assisted living facility had prepped me for this moment, telling me that when I dropped her off to be ready to leave and not look back, no matter what). Sure enough, my mom got infuriated with me when she inquired about the suitcase and I told her that this was going to be where she was staying. I brought the suitcase in from the car, set it in her room, did an about-face, and began to walk out. She cursed me out like a drunken sailor, but I just kept on walking…I came by the next day right after work, petrified of what abuse I was about to recieve when she saw me. As I walked into her room, she looked up at me with a big smile on her face and said, “Son, it is so great to see you, thank you for coming to see me! (and she was not being sarcastic)”…and then came the dementia silver-lining moment…she said “You know, yesterday I was as mad as hell at you, but I can’t remember why!”… I followed with “Gee mom, I don’t remember you being mad at me at all! Oh well, I’m here now!” We hugged and all was well (and forgotten).
On to the topic of humor….a friend of my wife’s says that her boss emails the entire workforce a joke a day just to keep everyone’s spirits high…what a great thing to do during these times when we can feel isolated because of Covid-19 restrictions. So, I end this post with a joke that was shared with me yesterday, hopefully you well enjoy it too. Joke follows:
An Italian mother comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner. Anthony lives with a female roommate named Maria.
During the course of the meal, Mama couldn’t help but notice how pretty Anthony’s roommate is. She had long been suspicious of the relationship between the two and this made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between the two than meets the eye. Reading his mom’s thoughts, Anthony volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking. I can assure you, mother, that Maria and I are just roommates.
About a week later, Maria came to Anthony saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner I haven’t been able to find the sugar bowl. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
Anthony answers,”Well, I doubt it,but I’ll email her just to be sure”
The email read:
Dearest Mama,
I’m not saying that you took the sugar bowl from my house and I’m not saying that you didn’t take it. I’m just saying that it has been missing since you were here for dinner.
Love, Anthony
Several days later, Anthony received an email response from his Mama. It read:
Figlio mio,
I’m not saying that you “do” sleep with Maria and I’m not saying that you “do not” sleep with her. I’m just saying that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the sugar bowl.
Love, Mama
MORAL: Never lie to your Mother
That’s all folks, keep LAUGHING!!!
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