Going Gently

Mom had, a week ago, invited us to go to a play written, directed and starred in by my old English teacher, Steve Farquaharson.  An afternoon matinee preceded by dessert, Mom drove her car to our place and Todd drove the five of us from here.

 

As expected, we had a good chuckle, and more importantly, at least for myself, a few introspective moments.  Moments I didn't get to spend a lot of time with because a good laugh wasn't far off.  That seems how we all try to deal with life.  That is, when things get a little too serious, we switch gears, and look for something funny to change the direction of our mood. This has always annoyed me. Not to say I don't enjoy laughter, but I would like to spend more time conversing about significant things rather than skirting around and talking about highway conditions. Good luck finding folks who are on your side for that one. 

 

Anyway, it was a nice afternoon, and although a wee bit of nausea paid me a visit, I managed to survive the ride in the back seat.  Praise be to ginger chews!  See? - a bit of humour is always necessary to wrap things up.