Tag Archives: Humour

Sunday Musings #90

Everything is funny as long as it’s happening to someone else.

– Will Rogers

 

I remember when I was about twelve years old, walking to the bus station with my best friend after school one day. It was winter, so it was dark and it was snowing.

We chatted away together, which made the freezing cold walk pass more quickly. Suddenly, my friend was no longer there!

I looked around, then down. She was flat on her back on the pavement, having slipped on some ice.

I burst out laughing! This was the funniest thing; the surprise of it; but mostly, that it hadn’t happened to me!

Of course, I helped her up and checked that she wasn’t seriously hurt: no bones broken (but you don’t break so easily when you’re young.) I was still laughing as I dusted the snow off her gabardine raincoat. She was cross, understandably, with falling in the first place, and with her best friend still laughing at her.

But I couldn’t help myself. I believe this is referred to as relief laughter. Or as Will Rogers says above, “Everything is funny as long as it’s happening to someone else!”

 

Staying Alive!

Fern 1

I’ve had this fir bush of mine for many years, but he has never grown much; just plodded along by the wall between two other fir bushes. They were younger, but decided to grow vigorously. Eventually, together, they squeezed the life out of this poor fir. He was being strangled by lack of sunlight and root space, so I took the risky decision to move him.

Fern 5

They don’t like being moved and often complain by simply up and dying!

Yet, here he is still, hanging on by a thread; even though he looks more brown than Evergreen!

Fern 2

With our severe water restrictions I have had to be extremely watchful of my plant, ensuring that he never dries out. (I say ‘he’, because for some reason I have always associated this fern with my old dog Jack, who was also very much a survivor.)

To help keep the roots damp, after their allowed watering twice a week, my husband came up with the clever idea of filling an empty plastic milk with water and inverting it there in the plant’s roots. (We do this for the needy plants like Mr Spaghetti Legs’ new Erica.)

Fern 3

This works very well.

Till one day, when I was hanging out the washing and Little Monkey came cavorting up to the washing line, throwing an empty plastic milk bottle around with gay abandon! She tossed it up in the air and pounced on it when it landed. Then she ran round the garden at full speed like a maniac, snatching up the bottle as she dashed passed it and tossing it in the air as she went.

I watched her with the pride only a mother has; my own silly Little Monkey. Then I thought, “Wait a minute. Where’s she got the milk bottle from?”

And, yes, we do give her an empty plastic bottle with a few pieces of kibble inside from time to time, so she can enjoy getting the food out, but we hadn’t given her one in a while.

I walked over to my precious fir and sure enough; the life-support-water-system was gone!

Fern 4

We put a new one up; a see-through apple juice bottle this time. It lasted less than a week before it was also being tossed around the garden with relish.

Luckily, I have plenty of plastic milk bottles, so every time we’re allowed to water our plants, we simply place a new bottle by my fir.

Fern 6

And judging by the wondrous new green growth on my dying plant, I am very hopeful that come the winter rains, he will spring back into full form once again.

 

post script: I’m sure you’re singing it in your head anyway, so here you are: ha ha ha ha Stayin’ Alive!

 

Red Red Roses

Red Red Rose

The Young, the Mature and the Ancient!

From the Left: A rose bud emerging in the background, the glorious fully opened rose and behind it, the last petals falling from an old bloom.

 

New Feature

Your FAQs answered here, before you even ask. Saving you time; saving you trouble!

Yes it is a rose in my garden. 

Yes I did take the photo myself.

It was taken at the end of December last year; the bush is now dormant.

It does have a scent; a magnificent heady fragrance that fills the air around it.

You’re Welcome!

 

Stay!

The Stay 1 – LM

The Long Distance Stay

Little Monkey waits while I walk away from her, with my friend and her two dogs. Even ‘splitting the pack’ did not break her stay.

I like this photo with the background of blinding white-light that emphasises just how bright it is here!

The Stay 2 – LM

This photo gives a better indication of how far away I was. Normally we do a longer distance, but I wanted to take a photo; and the very act of moving my arms to do so would make her want to move. I “call” her simply by raising my arm up and down; no words. This works very well over very long distances; especially on a windy day when your voice is carried away; or when you have laryngitis; or suddenly can’t whistle, like Pinocchio!

This is what we do every single time before I let LM run around free. She stays till I ‘call’ her, trots straight up to me, sits down and waits till I release her (stroke on the head, double pat to the side, “OK.”). Then I know she is listening to me and will come back to me any time during the walk, even if she is out of sight and I have to whistle for her.

This is what she did before she had her Walk in the Wild (with the ‘wolf’) in a recent post.

We have come a very long way from when I first got LM and she did not even look at me at all! I have to admit, LM does have some skills now, even if she is a complete Noo Noo!