By Dorothy Denne
How many kind of rotten things took place in your life last week? Yeah, me too. At least that many. There were enough that I was getting near the edge of a downer mood. I knew it was time to take inventory of my blessings and there are a plenty.
Health? Eeh, not great but I am in good shape for the shape I am in.
Friends? More than my share and in varying age groups.
Full belly and a roof over my head? Yep. Albeit the roof leaks and the belly is too big, but hey.
Family? Well the biologicals are many miles away. But, I am richly blessed to have my chosens, my “heart-family,” relatively close by. Depends on how many cars are on the freeway.
Neighbors? I am blessed here too. I have neighbors who are long time neighbors. We truly are neighbors, as in the old-fashioned kind who share kindliness and helpfulness, not just as in the people who happen to live next door. The other day three of us, females, were standing outside chatting. We talked for over half an hour. During that half hour plus, I had the opportunity to learn a new word.
We lamented the state of politics, the government, the environment. The flock of neighborhood parrots flew over and we commented about how the flock seems to be getting fewer in number. Then we had something to say about the dove who repeatedly lays her eggs in my carport beams.
These latter two subjects started us to reminiscing. This brought laughter. We were giggling and belly laughing, having a really good time. One wiped her eyes, sucked in her breath and chortled, “I have to go in now. I made a shart.”
“Oooo, what is a shart?” I asked eagerly.
Turns out, a shart is a fart that went liquid.
I had to ask!