Finding The Funny

I am sitting here this morning thinking that this is the morning of the last day of 2018 and feeling this need to write something. And then sitting in the need for this and trying to figure out if I want to write something. And then examining the expectation that I have obviously now created for myself and figuring out what that exactly is and finally coming full circle but not really because I am ending up in a completely new place not in the place I started even though I am at this place where I am feeling the need to write something this morning. 
 
I started this weekly writing that has turned into, over this last year, a monthly or a bit more than a monthly writing, in December 2014. This is four years ago. This is really cool. There are a lot of writings here. Many are deep in introspection. Some are light and filled with my mind's musing. Many, many (many many many many) are about my dog because she is perfect. And a few of them are funny. 

These are the ones I want to write about today. Or rather share about today. The funny ones. The ones that I still think about or read again and laugh out loud with.

​And to give credit where credit is due, this journey into the funny is inspired by my daughter, Teagan, who shared with me this morning that she had read last night my very first writing and how funny it was. Is. And I went, ah ha, because I had this feeling that I wanted to write something this morning. But didn't have something I wanted to write about. Until then. Now. And now I am writing about this. Finding the funny.

​My very first writing. A funny trip down my aging body. But really a deep need to connect to others: Why I Wear Very Good and Extremely, Obscenely Expensive Bras and Other Healthy Ways of Coping with a Changing Body.

My parents came to visit and we had a very full day. CVS played a huge role and we ate donuts: CVS, Sinfully Sugary Donuts and a Salad.

​While the conversation around my perfect dog is constant—how could it not be considering how amazing she is—there are other times that I spoke about other pets. This is one of those times: This Is Ophelia.

And this is another one: This is About Phoenix - and All The Other Pets We've Had.

There are still others that make me laugh. Some a lot. Some not as much. But laughter still. Moments perhaps in a deeper writing where laughter still springs forth as I read and am transported to that time when I was writing. Laughter about what I was writing about or what was happening during the writing—as often the experience of writing the writing is the most funny of all.

Here are two of those: the family bed took on a life of its now in our lives: The Family Bed, and the brilliantly coined adapta-jeans. . . need I say more? We Are In Nantucket But This Is Not About That.

And so you have it. A finding the funny in reflecting back on four years of writing. And a photo of my perfect puppy in wings. :-) 

Happy New Year. Thank you for reading my writing today.