Every so often humor unexpectedly pays Papa a visit. Today is the second round of the Master’s Golf Tournament. Rain and trees fell in Augusta. And, just like clockwork my older brother called with his annual inquiry/complaint. “Why isn’t more of the Master’s televised?” It is a pet peeve of his. Other golf tournaments have near non-stop coverage. He hates that the Master’s is doled out in drips and drabs.
That is how another welcomed phone conversation started today. For some reason that brother and I have been on the same wave length all our lives. During a conversation a family friend looked at me and said she was curious about what is going on inside my head. I can’t say whether being on a mental path less traveled is an apt description of me but it does warm my heart. Situations that may seem routine to others often pull me towards humor or, more happily at times, towards the absurd. When others may hear me as a bit off target Brother John gets it.
Today a satisfied sense of humor arose at an opportune time. Aftre we had finished with the golf talk we went on to family, the Badgers, Aaron Rodgers, and the weather. And, to health of course. He’s been in poor health these past few years. My stiff joints pale in comparision to his medical issues. He said he was feeling quite poorly today. But, he says he usually feels lousy anyway. However, today felt different. A bit foreboding. He wondered if that is how it feels towards the end. Maybe today is the day kind of feeling.
Then he recovered and laughed, “I’ve never died before so I can’t rightly say. I’ll only get to do it once.”
I enjoyed our laugh together. We both got it. It’s a good way to look at life. Or, death. It was a good way to wrap up our conversation until next time.