Humor

After moving to Florida, I succumbed to the pleasures of eternal sunshine and occasional hurricanes. In a short time I became addicted to golf and time spent with my husband in this tropical paradise. Even though I had put my book writing on hold, I still felt the need to write. In my early career I had written a humor column for a Chicago newspaper. Since that was far less intensive and didn't cut into my golf game too badly, I began writing a column online. It's a wonderful outlet for the angst and annoyances which are part of the Baby Boom Generation. My columns run currently on the Senior Women Web.

I found this web site and was intrigued by the message in its welcome to visitors:

"We take pride in having advanced to this age. We are women over fifty years old. Senior, in this case, means we have graduated from one life stage to another. Our interests are varied, our tastes eclectic, our need for information unending.

We've fashioned this site in an attempt to reflect women's issues and concerns. We also hope it reflects those two most compelling relationships, that of community and connectivity."

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A Flair for Fashion

"My two adorable grandchildren were to wear matching sailor suits. They thought it was a great joke to switch suits. I did not see the humor since Kevin was a foot taller than Mark. They kept throwing me black looks and reminding me I had promised them five bucks if they participated. If I didn't deliver, Mark assured me, he would tell everyone in the neighborhood my real age."

Endurance Test

"Since Bill retired, I found a 24-hour Wal-Mart for my alone time. I usually go after dinner when he's cranked into the "lights out" position on the recliner. I never buy much. I just roam the aisles and talk to myself until the clerks begin to give me funny looks. Then I go quietly home."

Just Plain Garbage

"There are certain areas of our marriage that Bill and I cannot discuss rationally. Take our garbage. The United Nations Security Council has an easier time dealing with world peace than we do in handling the trash removal."

Confidence Game

"My grandmother told me the only women who chewed gum worked in gas stations and wore dangling earrings. I suspect that psychologically ruined me for the pleasure of chewing gum. Let alone a career in the petroleum industry."

A Closet Case

"Once a year I tackle my closet. With hope in my heart and trash bag in hand, I vow to sort through everything. Gritting my teeth, I promise to be ruthless in my quest for things that can be thrown away."

It's a Gift

"Looking into the family room, I watched as Ben set up an intricate railroad track formation. Beside him, my grandson was attempting to eat the electric train. Luckily I would not have to worry over Jem's giftedness."

Thumbs Down

"I like having a room full of plants but I'm horticulturally challenged. Instead of a green thumb, I'm afflicted with the black hand of death."

What's In a Name

"Bill's good at naming. When I need suggestions, I defer to the master. He especially likes puns, a brand of humor I am totally inept at. His idea for a great television show is one on prohibition called The Dearth of the Booze."

The Joys of Motherhood

"Thursday was my day to help take 26 exuberant preschoolers to the zoo. On the way we sang thirty verses of 'Old MacDonald' and at least five garbled versions of 'Pop Goes the Weasel.' I didn't see too many of the animals because somebody always had to go to the bathroom 'real bad.'"

What Price Silence

"When children are too quiet, a mother will leap up to find out what they are up to. Generally, they are in the bathroom shaving the dog or have just painted the kitchen faucets with bright red nail polish."

Love Letters

"I dug around in various boxes until I unearthed some notes that Bill had left me. Reading them, I could see that after the children arrived the original spark began to flicker sadly until it resembled an old campfire after a torrential rain."