Today I love humor no matter where I find it. I love it in my home, love it online, love when I make myself laugh, love when I find humor in the world. I love that I can laugh today even though this is the 9th anniversary of my becoming a widower, love that my life has always been full of laughter and will continue to be. I love that those who do not laugh as much laugh so well when they do finally let go and do it. I love that some people are deep quiet wells of thought and concern but when they have something funny to offer it is often the best part of my day. I love that we spend enough time being serious to get and keep our lives in order and that when it is time to laugh we do not hesitate because an ordered life without laughter is not living, it’s no life at all. I love the sound of children’s laughter echoing down the street, love when I hear neighbors laughing over the fence, love when I hear people laughing in the park or in a store or a line up or a waiting room. I love that laughter makes me smile and smiling and laughter are two of the healing arts we all should practice as much as possible.
Today I love that as a teenager I learned never to light a cigarette with a blow torch. I love that my eyebrows grew back, eventually. I love telling jokes with funny friends, especially jokes I’ve just figured out spontaneously in the moment because they are always current and topical to the conversation at hand, or at least to the conversation in my head.
Today I love that I can eat up until midnight tonight. I love that I am a Canadian and so my biannual esophagus scope is paid for by my insurance. I love that of all the things in my life that are happening these days my throat is the least of my worries, and I love that there is a doctor who keeps records and keeps an eye on my throat so that it stays that way.
Today I love that there is a bird in the spruce tree out front that is making so much noise and that this loud and boisterous racket is coming from the tiniest of tufts of feathers, I swear he can’t weigh more than an ounce or two, what a cacophony, and yet how euphonic.
Today I love sitting out on the front porch with my coffee and listening to neighborhood laughter and raucous bird song.