Today Is.

I was struck by the complete humor and absurdity that life can be today.

You know what I’m talking about … those moments where you literally feel like you’re in a movie. Camera rolling. Cue laughter.

Brother and I went to see Gpa, which is what I’ve affectionately been referring to him as of late. As well as asking his fellow homies – yeah, don’t you love it – who knew I’d ever have another use for “homie”? And a non gansta one at that.

So … I’ve been asking his fellow homies if they’re also Gpa’s and Gma’s. That’s the thought I was trying to finish, before homies got in the way. You’d be amazed at how many responses this illicits. You’d think it’d either be a “yes” or “no” … not so.

I think I tend to do that a lot on this blog. “That” being starting on a thought only to have it interrupted, only to finish it a sentence or three later. If anyone has any suggestions on how to avoid this, while incorporating my side tangent, I’m totally open to some written suggestions.

We decided it’d be best to coincide our Gpa time with lunch. He tends to eat more when we’re there.

I think I spent the entire time cracking up. Which, on a sidenote – so great for the abs.

The table directly across from us was all ladies. It’s safe to say that the male/female ratio here is 1:10. That whole thing about women outliving men? Yeah. No joke. Alive and thriving.

Before I continue, let me set the mood:

Halloween decor galore. It was like the tables threw up spiders, webs and pumpkins. The ladies were all sporting spiders … in their hair. Frank Sinatra in the background.

They immediately broke into song. Huge Frank fans. I asked if they thought he was hot. The answer: OH WHY YES INDEED!

Love it. They would have been all over that.

About every three minutes, Gladys – that’s another thing — they all have the classic, standard old lady names. Gladys, Ethel, Norma, Fran, and so forth. Gladys would continuously be turning and waving.

Not just some little wave, a huge wave, as though she was trying to get our attention, and when she did, she’d start laughing hysterically and winking.

Which then had the others doing the same thing.

Seriously reminded me of little girls in elementary school.

It was so childish, so fun and so light hearted. You couldn’t help but join in.

Speaking of elementary school … it was about this time that I saw the following and was immediately back to first grade:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It struck me then how this is how we enter and leave this world.

Child-like.

With people talking to us in high pitch tones and that fakey “oooohhh look at what you have”, as though they’re talking to a baby with a new toy. Not a wise, well lived elder.

Which, for the record – I find that baby tone to be terribly offensive {to new and old alike}.

I know people don’t mean it. I’m sure I’ve been guilty of this myself when feeling uncomfortable. But the point is, they’re still people. Who’ve lived and seen so much. Talk to them like you do anyone else.

Maybe that’s why they respond to me when I go in there. Or they just think I’m certifiable and enjoy my off color inappropriate questions and comments.

That’s probably more likely.

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