As some of you know, Des, my father, is one funny man.
He was my guest blogger a few times but he got sick and wasn't able to continue posting. He then told everyone who asked, that I had banned him from my blog because he was way funnier than me and I couldn't handle the competition.
Well he is right. He is funnier but I'm way more humble.
He still comes up with blog ideas and he and his 86 year old sister have long phone conversations about stories for 'my' blog. He has a list, he told me, should I run out of ideas. I'm too scared to look because the pair of them have long memories and they are bound to incriminate me in some horrific way or other. It is strange how long the blog tentacles extend sometimes, isn't it?
Humor is a wonderful quality to have and it's something you don't need to lose with age.
Des has shown me that people who can laugh at themselves, the situations they find themselves in and their misfortunes have a far easier passage through life. He has a unique perspective on life despite what gets thrown his way.
The nature of his health these days means that he has his good days and his bad days. A few weeks ago I took him to the National Museum. He was in his wheelchair. When we arrived a guy came up to us and asked Dad if he wanted something 'better' to drive.
An electric chair.
He jumped at the chance and flew around the museum like some teenage hoodlum who had just got the keys to his first car. I was literally chasing him around the building! He said he was doing me a favour as I needed the exercise.
Today was another good day so I decided to take him out for dinner. It was a spur of the moment decision so I didn't make a reservation and thought we would just take our chance.
When we arrived at the restaurant, the Maitre'd told us we would have a 30 minute wait for a table. My father, with a dead pan look on his face looked up at the Maitre'd and said, "Oh, that's a shame because I am 82 you know and I may not have 30 minutes". We were seated straight away.
I may take him everywhere with me now.
Laugh and the world truly does laugh with you. Or, in my father's case, the world is usually left speechless with gaping mouths before it realises that he was in fact joking.
He really is some guy. Do you think he might leave me his sense of humor in his will?