I have been told that I am not writing anything very cheerful lately, and my readers are kind of tired of my rants about religion and politics. Well, what else is there?
I could wrack my memory for nice things and happy times, but they seem to be few and far between.
Year one I hardly have any memories of besides the picture of me in my highchair beside a wood burning stove in the winter.
Year two I ran away from home by hitching a ride on an almond sled and watching my neighbor knock the nuts off the trees as we slid farther from my house.
It could not have been more than a tenth of a mile, but I was not where my mom expected me to be.
The next little fun memory was of myself pedaling a little kiddie car around the back yard macadam. I remember it did not last long, and my baby brother never had the use of it.
There was a birthday party at age eight, with a soft sculpture doll, and homemade prizes for a treasure hunt.
I think this is a retread memory, but if that is all I can come up with so be it.
I did have many happy hours with my nose in a book, so that will have to do for the happy memories up until age twelve when life took a grim turn and happiness was a dream and not a reality.
I did not strive for happy times but rather an interesting life.
That was up to me as an adult, and I certainly achieved that.
What makes me amused and somewhat happy now is any performance by Tina Fey or Alec Baldwin.
I think we need more humor and satire, and to heck with the political correctness.
I like how Neil de Grasse Tyson thinks, and have read his book on astrophysics. Any writer that shows humor delights me, so look forward to many more hours with my nose in a good book.