Wednesday, January 21, 2009


I deleted another blog that I had started last year so here's the background that this one lacked.

When I was 37, divorced, and had just moved from Boston to the burbs, I finally realized what I wanted for a tattoo. After years of hemming and hawing, I got the Chinese character for laughter on my right hip. It can't be seen unless I show it to you and half the time, I forget it's there, but I love it. As most of you know, if I am not laughing, I am crying, so it really is a key symbol in my life.

My life now, 6 years later, is very full and although there are some times that I am bored, the people in my life never fail to amaze me. Today, it was work people. Some are crazy and insane and make me want to run into the night screaming, but fortunately, some are awesome and intelligent and make me laugh and actually listen to some of the things I have to say. Twenty years ago, and yes, I am that old that 20 years ago, I had a job, the crazy ones would have gotten the better of me, but maturity gives me some patience for which I am grateful. 

1 comment:

  1. You are my laughter hero. Thanks for teaching me to laugh during the darkest time in my ... old long life. Big Hug