“There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is having lots to do and not doing it.”
~ Andrew Jackson
I am Skyping with my granddaughter; she is quizzing me from a list questions she compiled. (Really, what did grandmothers do before telephones and Skype when their grandchildren lived far away? I shudder to think what it must have been like.)
“Do you like pizza?”
“Do you like rock music?”
“Are you fun?”
I pause. In a crowd, likely not. On my own, or with one or two people I feel comfortable with, sometimes. When I’m alone, usually, but my quiet kind of fun doesn’t look like the raucous much of this world calls fun.
“No,” I concede.
Makiya’s eyes widen and she looks at me with disbelief.
“What? Yes you are!”
I smile, content knowing that my granddaughter sees me as fun. That’s really all that matters.