Isn't it an odd thing that triangles of cloth attached to a bit of string should make us smile?
I get a tiny spark of joy every time I look at this.
If you didn't laugh you know you might cry.
Here is a collection of sick jokes - they are all about coronavirus!
Some good, some awful.
This one from a friend did make me laugh
If you want to have a big family dinner at Christmas kill a turkey and invite 20 people to the funeral.
And a wry smile at this one
I'll tell you a coronavirus joke, but you'll have to wait two weeks to see if you got it.
Know any good ones?
I sent this photograph to my sister, commenting that they are British grown. I wondered whereabouts in Britain they grew and was saying Not in Argyll. I was dictating the message and predictive text wrote Naughty Naughty girl.
She wondered why she was being told off by her big sister...
Curious, I Googled and found this nice feature.
I heard this on a radio programme many years ago. It was a very serious panel discussion about a major corporation that was in crisis. The discussion got pretty heated and intense and towards the end of it one panel member announced in a calm, authoritative voice:
The trouble with this institution is (Tiny pause. A whiff of scandal?) that it is riddled, from top to bottom, (you could sense the other panellists sitting forward on their seats) with human beings.
Made me laugh then and it makes me laugh now.
What made you smile today?
While weeding in the garden I found my favourite pair of sunglasses which I lost two summers ago! And lthey are perfectly ok!
The second batch of sweet peas are germinating. (The first one produced two seedlings out of about 18 seeds.) The first thing I do in the morning is look in the propagator and this brought a big smile to my face.
Yesterday's pickings from the garden produced all these little posies and instead of scattering them around the house I put them all in a row down the middle of the table, which meant I had to deal with all the clutter that had accumulated there. It made me smile once it was done!
The wonderful weather continues. Sunshine always makes me smile.
I have signed up to The Optimist Daily today and loved the item about the community in West Bengal who imptoved their environment and their lives beynd recognition by planting trees twenty years ago.
Officialdom and bureaucracy can do what they like on bits of paper but I live on the continent of Europe and am and will always be, happilly, European!
..about feeling good?
I found myself feeing almost apologetic the other day for being cheerful!
Saying 'Really good thanks' when someone asks how you are feels like an act of bravado.
(Try it today - you may be a little taken aback by the reactions.)
Yes, there is politics and war and pestilence and tragedy and accidents. There always were and always will be but I ask myself will any of those things be changed one iota for the better by me being miserable?
There is only one guaranteed way I know of to make the world a happier place today and that is for me to be happy. I reckon that might also increase the likelihood of someone else being happy...
Being Happy Is A Rvolutionary Act.
Let's be revolutionaries today!
And laugh about it.
This video by Loretta LaRoche had me laughing out loud..
She says 'Do something incongruent with your stressor' and suggests as an example saying what is bothering you out loud and doing a twirl at the same time....guaranteed giggle!
Why not try it now?
Giving yourself a standing ovation is a good trick too.
I ask too many questions don't I? :-)
According to Gretchen Rubin's Four Tendencies quiz I am a Questioner - no surprise there then!
In my book group once or twice a year instead of a book we have readings on a theme. We have had food, drink, gardens, childhood and many others, and our next one is 'optimism' as we are all feeling in need of some, what with the weather and the politics....
If you have any suggestions I'd be most grateful as would all the readers who also feel the need for some cheer, hope and lightness of heart.
Plans changed (I was on Plan C today).
I've got a bill from Vodaphone although I have not been with them for years.
The water was turned off for six hours while I had someone staying.
The president of the most powerful country in the world said there was an airport there in 1775
- the world is madder than ever!
I remind myself that there are swallows and orchids in my life.
It helps me stay sane.
What keeps you sane?
(I am assuming that you are...)
I think this plant is trying to tell me something..
It's a vigorous climber called mina lobata which I've been growing at the studio window as it's quite tender and the weather hasn't been warm enough yet to plant it out. I plan to grow it up canes, meanwhile it is growing up the piano stool legs! Better not sit at the piano too long..
..at least three books at once! Do you do this?
I'm getting behind with Jordan Peterson's 12 Rules for Life which I said I'd read, and review, one chapter a month, Gretchen Rubin's Better Than Before about making and breaking habits has just come through the door and is tempting me away from Michelle Obama's Becoming which I am rushing through for book group which is tomorrow!
I ordered Becoming a bit late (do you find that if you don't pay for Amazon Prime deiiveries take a lot longer than they used to?) so to get a start on the content I started listening to interviews with her about her autobiography.
In this interview (25 mins 36 seconds in) with Oprah they both get very giggly about some major experiences they have had which they found themselves reacting to with an inner Mm,mm,mm! I found it pretty funny and quite endearing and began to think of some things which have happened to me to which I can only respond Mm,mm,mm!
Can you think of any such moments?
There's a poster that says
That made me laugh out loud, and it also reminded me of a Calman cartoon - A woman is holding a placard which says Free Women Now! and a little man is standing in front of her meekly asking Can I have one?
What makes you laugh?
...or a Happening as they used to be called?
I stepped into a crowded large room in Edinburgh's Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art and found that, oddly, no-one was moving. Or talking. All that could be heard was a faint buzz from the headphones that everyone without exception it seemed, was listening to...it was surreal and I hesitated to go in, wondering if this was in fact the 'exhibit' a staged event perhaps? Someone moved and the spell was broken. I laughed out loud and went in to see the paintings. The Scottish Colourists if I remember rightly..
i am awaiting delivery of an Elizabeth Blackadder print i bought on eBay.
An artist seeking a simpler life - (but not too simple!)