Aachoo
By Dorothy Denne
I wish I had invented tissues and had a life-time patent on them. I’d be making myself rich even if no one else bought any. Does allergy season ever end?
I know I shouldn’t be moaning and complaining, but I’m sweating and my eyes are watering and my nose is running.
That reminds of a kids-type joke: question – what do your nose and feet have in common? Answer – they both run and they both smell.
Also brings to mind something my friend told me the other day. She received a birthday card that said on the front, “Remember when we were kids and used to laugh at old people?”
Inside it said, “What was so funny?” I’m not sure what we were laughing at then but I can tell you, my dears, as we get older we darn well better keep laughing or we are in deep trouble.
I saw a segment on TV recently about laugh support groups that have formed. I understand they started in Tokyo. People get together for an hour and, led by an instructor, just laugh. They say it relieves stress and they will live longer.
Well, OK, I can buy into laughter being the ultimate stress breaker. I prefer to laugh at myself and things that happen around me. Getting together with hundreds of other people to stand for an hour just laughing and under instruction yet? Maybe. I guess those for whom it works should go for it.
Personally, I think I would find standing for an hour doing anything to be stressful in itself. My feet, like my nose, don’t work as well as they used to. I think my feet run less and smell more, while my nose smells less and runs more. Ah well. Aachoo.