Written 9:30 p.m. this morning:
Shortly after writing this morning’s earlier post, where I said, “The humor was off me now,” I have had a couple of experiences where the humor was back on me: in one case, literally.
Let me explain.
First, after getting ready to go to an area-wide senior citizens picnic (I’m a volunteer), and waiting for the bus to arrive to go there, I realized that as I often do that I missed a few whiskers on the left side of my lip. It’s those few whiskers that nobody else notices, but that I do; the ones, that often I return to the house five minutes after leaving to shave off, much to the consternation of my wife. It’s just one of my self-imposed pet peeves.
Then as I am riding in the bus, I have been keeping notes in a little notebook (where I am transcribing this post) and I just happened to look down at the front of my shorts. I noticed little pen marks on them. The humor indeed was on me.
However, as I commented to one of the ladies on the bus, at least I didn’t spill liquid on the front of my shorts.
Of course, I have the rest of the day to do that.
Written this afternoon, 2 p.m. on return trip:
All is copacetic. Just left picnic. No spills and no extra pen marks on shorts.