The Blanket and the Butterflies

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A very young Rosie the cat dons a headdress for the sole and soul amusement of the guy that feeds her every day.

“It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.”  ~  Philip K. Dick

“When all else fails, there’s always delusion.”  ~  Conan O’Brien

“When my mother passed away several years ago—well, wait a minute. Actually, she didn’t ‘pass away.’ She died. Something about that verb, ‘to pass away’ always sounds to me as if someone just drifted through the wallpaper. No, my mother did not pass away. She definitely died.”  ~  Steve Allen

“If at first the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.”  ~  Albert Einstein

It’s very odd this morning. But the odd thing is that I woke up – oddly enough – with humor on my mind, and I have come to the conclusion, after two hours of perusing the digital world, that a world without humor cannot exist. Now, in my odd mood this morning, I haven’t the gumption, nor the time, to waft off all philosophical and stuff. I just won’t do it and you can’t make me. Hey, the previous sentence to this one is proof positive that I have been reading about the president too much. Friggin nitwit actually talks and behaves that way. A great tragedy lies upon this nation like a lead blanket that will eventually turn into butterflies. There is a tricky allusion in that last sentence. Just sayin. Any of all y’all call me an optimist and there’s going to be trouble. I will have trouble stopping laughing. That is something I held close when my mom was dying from cancer, and I attended to her caregiving for seven months. I did my best to keep a light, humorous perspective in place. I’m pretty good with quips, although I say some humorous things that seem to make some people squirm. I kept her laughing, even if only on occasion. See, I’ve been through that gate, tunnel, whatever – I’ve been to where spirits go when they die. I wanted for her a sense of humor that would remain intact when the big moment arrived. I did a good job of it. That, and the Harry Potter movie marathon that I presented to her to kick off her final journey into death, right after her diagnosis and her return home from the hospital in Santa Fe. I’m just that way. At this point one woman I know would likely call me vain for patting myself on the back like this. Like she would be like “get over yourself” and I would be like all “I can’t, it’s above me”. At which point I might have to duck, whether physically or emotionally, or both. You have to admit, it’s a good line. Listen, mom’s spirit has been with me for a few days now. She seems to have come to help me through some of the trouble in my life right now. I’ll get used to it. Anyway, moving on, I’m guessing I will be humorous frequently during my work shift today. And why not?

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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