When a legally blind man calls you “Gorgeous”

Life is really super-duper absolutely inarguably funny.

Two days ago I wrote a Farewell for a Little While post.  See ya @ Thanksgiving, readers, because creative fields must lie fallow.  (Oh how Munira and Lisa and I love the word “fallow”.  Isn’t fallow the coolest word?)

I was so happy about my upcoming blogging break.

But the Universe had other plans.

Drum roll, please!

Within an hour after writing about the break, an assistant editor from Lake Superior magazine emailed compliments about this blog.  Said–and I quote–“All of us at the magazine love your blog.”  He said he’d like to highlight Lake Superior on the magazine’s blog every once in a while.

I peered at that sentence for five long minutes before forwarding the email to Mom, Dad, Barry’s parents, and the kids.  Then I told Barry, very calmly, maybe seven times:  “Everybody at the magazine likes my blog.”

(Oh, goodness, Kathy, are you so insecure that you must DO this?)

HOW THE HECK CAN I TAKE A BLOGGING BREAK NOW?

So the blogging break is postponed and the Creative Muse can continue to run my life and chat away in your ear.

If that wasn’t enough, today I got another Compliment.

On the way to work I rolled down the window to chat with our neighbor who was walking his dog.

“Hello, Gorgeous!” he said.

My heart stopped.

Gorgeous?  No one has ever called this chickee gorgeous, Ever.  Maybe sweet, maybe cute, but never Gorgeous.

Gorgeous

“No one has EVER called me Gorgeous before!” I gushed profusely out the open car window. (He is also one of Barry’s fishing buddies.)  “You’ve made my day!”

It wasn’t until later this afternoon I remembered that our neighbor is legally blind.

So much for being able to see clearly.

I started pondering humor yesterday.  How we all are humored–and share humor–differently.

I thought the political post I wrote yesterday about the five people who didn’t vote me was hysterically funny.  It always comes as a slight shock that some people take such things seriously.  They actually think that I have lasting scars because five people didn’t vote for me.

Seriously–(pun intended)–I find it pants-wetting funny that a thought would arise in one’s mind even thinking about the five people who didn’t vote for one in an uncontested election.  I mean isn’t that the funniest thought on the planet?  (It isn’t?  You don’t think so?)

I think it’s amusingly humorous that someone–anyone–would announce a blogging break and the Universe would urge otherwise.

I suppose you don’t think this is funny, either?

I think it’s gut-splitting funny that Munira and Lisa and I love the word “fallow”.  What kind of people passionately fall in love with a word like “fallow”?  Doesn’t this leave you cracking up in front of your computer, tears falling down your face in the amusement of it all?

I think it’s really really funny that people can admit insecurities. (Although sometimes it feels really scary to admit insecurities.  That isn’t really funny.  But it feels like The Courageous Lion on the Wizard of Oz, doesn’t it?)

I think it’s funny that someone would say that everyone in a magazine loved this blog.  Even though, god willing, it may indeed be true.  (I want it to be true. Oh yes.  It just strikes me as humorously improbable.)

I think it’s even funnier that a dear legally blind friend would coo, “Good morning, Gorgeous!”

Is your funny bone tickled by things like these?  Are you congenitally amused by the strangeness of life, of words, of random comments, of compliments, of Everything?

Are you laughing every six minutes at the humor of it all?

You’re not laughing, Gorgeous?  Why not?  🙂