ON MY MIND: The days of our lives …
The other day someone said, ‘My TV is HD.” Another replied, “I have that too, but I take medicine for it.” What?
There is a lot of silly stuff that goes on if we are paying attention or even if we are not paying attention but just can’t help seeing and hearing it.
My friend, a man, got a call to help out in two weeks with something. He didn’t want to do it and told them, “I can’t. I’ve got a funeral then.”
“How do you know?” the caller asked? I think they call that “busted.”
That reminded me of my friend who called someone to make food for a funeral luncheon. The person they called acted all irritated and said, “I have to have more notice for this stuff.” Well, ma’am, they really didn’t have much notice themselves.
Last week we went to the funeral service for Ed Johnson. His lovely wife, Mae, did a wonderful talk about his life. Later, someone told me they had discussed this and planned ahead. Marcia Walker told me she had tried to do a similar planning session with Lloyd, but he just said, “Ah, surprise me!”
My friend went to Mass recently in da U. P. At the final blessing, the priest said, “In the name of the father and of the son and of the Holy Spirit, eh!” No way. Way. Dat be da truth.
Oh, and by the way, Ric Davenport is directing the play, “Escanaba in Love,” a prequel to “Escanaba in Da Moonlight.” The Flat River Community Players are doing it at the Greenville Community Center on Nov. 9, 10, 16 and 17 at 8 p.m. and Nov. 11 at 2 p.m. Jim Beckman is in it and he is da real thing when it comes to Yoopers. With him in it, I’m guessing it will be hysterical. I saw him in “Escanaba in Da Moonlight” years ago. I had never heard of him and made a fool out of myself because I couldn’t quit laughing loudly. If you like to laugh, you might want to go see it.
Do you ever think about how there are things you used to care about but now you don’t? When our last kid was a senior and we were lamenting about what we would do without all the sporting events to go to, a friend, whose kids were all grown, shared. “You won’t believe this now, but there will come a day when it is a fall Friday night and you don’t even think about high school football.” Of course, we couldn’t imagine such a thing. But that day did come to pass, for sure.
Life moves along and with it so do our interests, the things we talk about and the things we care about. I remember a close friend battled breast cancer. After she recovered, she shared that she really didn’t care much about clothes and fashion anymore. Before, that had been important to her.
I have laughed often with another friend. We both subscribe to “People” magazine. Now we talk about the people they picture and write about that we do not know. We also do not care about them.
The other day I saw an article on how Seth MacFarlane was chosen to be the new Oscar host. I love the Oscars. I have had many Oscar parties. I looked at that article and thought, ‘Who the heck is Seth MacFarlane?’ Not only did I not know his name, I did not recognize his photo either. I also didn’t really care.
This reminded me of when my daughter was in college and the 1990 Grammy Awards were on. She was walking outside at night. Bonnie Raitt had just won for Album of the Year, Best Pop Vocal Female and Best Rock Performance Female. As Colleen walked, she heard a guy yelling out a window from a tall dorm room, “Who the hell is Bonnie Raitt?”
Life is so full of people and things and events, I guess it is hard to keep up with it all. It is also full of silly stuff we can get a good laugh over if we take the time to enjoy it all. What was it that old TV show used to end with? “And these are the days of our lives …”
Maureen Burns, a Greenville resident, is a professional speaker and author. Her e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org.