Friday, May 26, 2017

“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.

 

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
2 comments
  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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