Every now and then something strikes me as funny. I mean really funny and I can laugh myself right out of control. Doesn't happen a lot but it's as good as it gets when it does.
On the other hand, however, I can be deadly serious. Like today. And yesterday. For some reason that I think has something to do with Christmas, I've fallen off the cliff of sanity into the valley of depression. I have lots of excuses...like an emergency oral surgery....and my sister moving to Amsterdam.....my friend's funeral today.....and my lack of anything slightly resembling a hormone in my entire body. Whine, whine, whine.
For example, yesterday I was reading a magazine article to my husband about a vibrantly healthy 86 year old man from his home town who bikes all over the world. When I got to this sentence, "In 1995, I was sitting in my house alone, and I decided I needed to do something", my voice quivered and tears fell out of my eyes. I had delivered the sentence as dramatically as little Elliot when he said goodbye to ET, "I'll wait right here." No dry eyes in the theater. The absurdity of my reaction coupled with the stunned look on my husband's face now strikes me as funny a day later. But it was just so poignant in the moment that it moved me to tears. I know. That's a little over the top.
Since I am not so funny, sometimes I steal a funny phrase from someone else...someone born funnier than I. So, today I borrowed a funny phrase from Marla. I have been, as she said, "blubbering like a Beluga whale". Off and on, but that's enough to spoil your day. I knew it was not a good day to go to a funeral but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The preacher could have talked about Miss Daisy's affinity for Chick Fil A diet lemonades, or how she always took a bite and fed Winston (the dog) a bite, and I would have still blubbered. It was just a blubbering kind of day. It has been for a week now and that's not a good thing. I'm thinking maybe it's time to try out some bio-identical hormones, or maybe Prozac, or maybe even just a glass of wine might help. Once I climb back up the cliff, I'll get a grip and return to my normal, happy go lucky self. It just isn't happening today.