Today, Laugh
Posted: Thursday, July 07, 2011
by Deborah Jackson
The Organic Garden
So, what should I write about now? Well, I’m supposed to write about what I know. I think I know a little about almost everything except cooking. If necessary I can manage to fix a 3 course meal but then I have to clean up the kitchen, so I have a tendency to skip that. If I can grab a quick sandwich or microwave a can of soup or some frozen vegetables, I’m OK. In the summer it’s nice to just run out to the garden and pick a tomato or two, but that’s where my interest in food ends. I’m lucky I guess. I’ll never be too overweight, because I much prefer “clean” food; fresh and natural. Fried and fatty foods just don’t appeal to me and if I never ate cake or cookies I wouldn’t care. My worst habit is smoking, but I don’t drink; at least not very much and I don’t do drugs. The loss of self -control is not something that appeals to me. I’m not depressed, I don’t have any of the diseases they offer fixes for on TV and I’m religiously neutral. All in all, I think I’m okay.
A few years ago I looked around and all my friends have developed allergies or restless leg syndrome or acid reflux; high blood pressure and cholesterol or heart problems.I took a look at what they did and it occurred to me that they did nothing.
When we were kids, every day after school, we went outside and played until it got dark. In the summer, those of us who didn’t go to camp, went across the street to the schoolyard and played baseball all day. It was an automatic 3 outs if you hit the tennis ball into Mr. Vaudo’s tomato garden and we all did our very best not to hit the ball onto the school roof. If you did that it was the end of the game until Mr. Zirpolo, the janitor, came and got them off for us. But the point is; we were outside. And we were having fun. We laughed when, no matter what, Leon couldn’t get a hit and we laughed when he finally did. We laughed at stupid jokes and we laughed when Mrs. Green or Mrs. Hamilton yelled at us. And we were all healthy.We had no diabetes, allergies or high blood pressure. The most we worried about was a bloody nose, skinned knees or not being able to hop the fence.
Last month at work, we found a baseball bat and a raggedy softball. So a few of us took it outside, got into a good spot and tried to see if we could still hit it. I haven’t swung a bat for almost 40 years. But I’ll be damned if I didn’t hit it. And I was happy and I laughed….like I haven’t laughed since I was 16.
So today and for the rest of the week; EVERYONE…..go out and swing a bat. And LAUGH!
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Sounds like fun...have we forgotten in our never ending rush through life what fun is?...you just reminded me, I have
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