I was just glancing thru an article entitled, “Blogging Fatigue—8 tips to get over your blogging blues.” I think “Blogging Blues” may be too serious a title. How about “Blogging Melancholy” or “Writers Despondency” or Jotters Depression”. …hmmmmm, better stick with Blogging Blues.
The second tip from the article was “talk about pure fun” …. try and put the fun back into blogging. If you usually write about serious topics then do an odd post with a less serious focus to lighten up your blog days a little. Your readers will often appreciate a change of pace as well.”
What is “pure fun” anyway? I googled it and it’s the name of a trampoline company….. really. Okay, but what does it actually mean? Ready for this?
“Pure fun” is fun not diluted with any “non-fun” activities. A water slide is fun, but you have to walk back to the top after each run. (non-fun). Going to the ballgame at Yankee Stadium is fun, but driving in and out, parking, walking to the bathroom, spending $15 for a hotdog and beer is not fun. Eating a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts is fun, but getting a stomach ache afterwards is not fun. I think you get the idea. So, how do you describe “pure fun”?
Well, other than heaven, I don’t think anything is “pure fun”. Everything has a down side. Even the Joyful Mysteries have some suffering. So let me speak about something that is “less than pure fun”….. the life of “seniors”. Another term for “seniors” is “old people”. The patron saint of “seniors” is Mr. MaGoo. So here are some “tidbits” for seniors, to help you navigate these troubled waters.
- I want to die while asleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
- I may be schizophrenic, but at least I have each other.
- THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, The good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Well, this may not be pure fun, but hopefully it helps us to smile a bit. Life is not easy and it’s important that we take time to smile and laugh. So, let’s end with a final story, which I heard is true… well maybe true. It’s called Catholic Last Rites.
Catholic Last Rites: A bus on a busy street struck a Catholic man. He was lying near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathered.”A priest. Somebody get me a priest!” the man gasped..Long seconds dragged on but no one stepped out of the crowd. A policeman checked the crowd and finally yelled, “A PRIEST, PLEASE! Isn’t there a priest in this crowd to give this man his last rites?”Finally, out of the crowd stepped a little old Jewish man in his 80s.”Mr. Policeman,” said the man, “I’m not a priest. I’m not even a Christian. But for 50 years now, I’m living behind the Catholic Church on Second Avenue , and every night I’m overhearing their services. I can recall a lot of it, and maybe I can be of some comfort to this poor man.”The policeman agreed, and cleared the crowd so the man could get through to where the injured man lay.The old Jewish man knelt down, leaned over the man and said in a solemn voice:….B-4 …. I-19 … N-38 … G-54 … O-72