“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?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like rock music?”
“No.”
“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.
Oh, I love this! It sounds like you and I have the same kind of fun. I can’t imagine how hard it was for my grandparents being across the country from my family without Skype. I know I missed them terribly.
I love these quizzes. And I quiz my grandsons with things like, “If you could send one of your classmates to the moon, who would it be?” Or, “If you could teach a class, what would be the subject?” Or (a favorite) “Did you see anyone pick their nose today?” This usually brings giggles.