My Dad always told me that, no matter what, you had to keep your sense of humor. I think I have done that pretty well. Looking for and finding the funny bits that present themselves along with the daily travails has given me great fun over the years and has the power to turn a potentially gray day sunny with a laugh. The funny bits are always there, you just have to get used to seeing them when they appear.
Consequently, I have great respect for the rare people that slip little funny gems into their work for our enjoyment when we least expect it. Today, I give a tip of the Epic hat to Bill Cunningham of the New York Times. His photo essay on the centennial celebration of Blithewold mansion this morning included a fine collection of ladies and gentlemen with numbered labels to identify the guests for the reader. I do not recall ever before bursting out laughing viewing a society photo essay but I did this morning--causing the Irish Redhead to raise an eyebrow at me across the breakfast table. But then she burst out laughing also in her fantastic, deep chuckle. Snuggled into the guest photos was one "Peter J. Rabbit" in photo four. With apologies to Mr. PJR, the photo looked like this:
A tiny little photo but it made a rainy morning bright! Play games every day. Look for the fun. If you can, sneak a little fun for someone else into what you do. Do not let anyone take away your sense of humor. Thank you, Mr. Cunningham. And, thanks Dad.
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