Oh, Erma
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
I wonder what Erma would have made of these crazy times. I am certain she would have found just the right words to capture the ridiculous, heart-breaking, stupid, and clever things that we are doing right now.
I know, for my part, that humor has kept me afloat these last nine months. And I don’t mean the SMH laugh at the people who won’t even CONSIDER looking out for others. I mean, the belly-laugh-Monty Python-YoungFrankenstein-Hitchhiker’sGuidetotheGalaxy-CarolBurnet-RobinWilliams kind of action. I have often been sucked into the vortex of the television, but I am grateful now for the wide variety of new and classic opportunities to allow hilarity to wash over me. I believe there is a chemical that drops into my bloodstream when I laugh, and I need it. My other outlets are not allowed out, so I must cast about for other sources of the feel-good hormones.
I’ll have to think about a way to channel Erma so I can share the laughs with you.
